My life was filled with problems,

That I faced as they came.

I asked others where God was,

And I used to curse his name.



I thought he had left me,

And that I stood alone.

But I found out the truth,

When the Lord took me home.



Chorus

Every hill was a mountain.

Every road, a dead-end street.

I use to put God down,

To everyone I'd meet.

I didn't know then,

What I'd come to see.

When I thought I was alone,

God was walking with me.



He let me see my tragedies,

I weighed each of my loads.

He let me see my travels,

Down my chosen roads.

After I had seen the facts,

I hung my head in shame.

For all that ever happened,

I was the one to blame.



Chorus

Every hill was a mountain.

Every road, a dead-end street.

I use to put God down,

To everyone I'd meet.

I didn't know then,

What I'd come to see.

When I thought I was alone,

God was walking with me.