Mountains

I was looking for a notebook to write some notes in and found an old one that I used for journaling, Bible study, and a variety of other things. As I flipped through it, I found a poem that I wrote in 2003. So, here it is:

Mountains,
So big, so old
Impossible to move,
Yet movable.
Reaching to the sky
Majestic, snow-covered
Or brown, tree-covered and dry
Water flows freely off you
But you are not the source.
You are home to so much life
Yet life does not originate from you.
Magnificent beauty,
Fiery destruction.
I wonder what God was thinking
When He spoke you into being.
You are a great example and hope
As Jesus to His disciples spoke,
If one should ask in faith
For a mountain to be moved,
It will be moved indeed,
Even if that faith is as small as a mustard seed.
Mountains,
So big, so old
Impossible to move,
Yet movable.