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.