(Carol Ann Brown/Terri Clark)



Sun's comin' up on a Sunday mornin'.

I'm lookin' out the window at a beautiful view.

Turn on the TV an' somebody's talkin',

'Bout the wrong and the right and the ultimate truth.

I listen for a minute but my heart is somewhere else,

'Cause I've got my own convictions but I keep them to myself.



When I feel the world around me,

How can I not believe?

If I'm high up on a mountain,

Or down on my knees,

It's just between God and me.



Secrets I've been holding.

Tears cried, nobody else sees.

Sometimes I'm alone,

But I know there's somebody watching over me.

There's so much I'm afraid of an' I'm really not that strong.

But there's one place I can go to where all the fear is gone.



When I feel the world around me,

How can I not believe?

If I'm high up on a mountain,

Or down on my knees,

It's just between God and me.



Every picture's painted differently.

Every one has got a vision in their mind.

That fills the heart with answers,

And the missin' piece that we hope to find.

And this is mine.



When I feel the world around me,

How can I not believe?

If I'm high up on a mountain,

Or down on my knees.



When I feel the world around me,

How can I not believe?

If I'm high up on a mountain,

Or down on my knees,

It's just between God and me.



God and me.

It's just between God and me.