I see in the distance hazy blue hills
A late evening mist creeping round their feet
A setting sun kisses their wind swept brows
Crowning with glory where their heads and sky meet
They are my hills of homes steadfast and true
Tall and proud in the evening haze
Always are there dependable each day
To meet my eyes when towards them I gaze
But other hills I long for deep in my heart
Where the Son of Glory sits on their peaks
The hills of home of the heavenly land
The eyes of my faith constantly seeks
Holy hills of heaven, dear hills of home
To dwell forever in a mansion at their feet
I know it won’t be long until death’s mist
Lays me on the hills of home and Jesus I shall meet
Colin Moffett
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