The Mountain

Sitting on this mountain, in the solace that the noonday brings,

My soul cries for freedom, and the joy that it brings.

To escape the chains of doubt would soothe this weary soul;

I need a ray of hope in which to take hold.

The Lord is my refuge, the promise I seek;

He comforts me even now, when I can't find the strength to speak.

Chaos surrounds me, and I hear voices seeking to tear me down,

Yet I know the path I have to take, where hope is truly found.

I wish I was like the birds of the air, at the sound of trouble taking flight,

Yet my God, my Deliverer, and my portion gives me strength for the fight.

My soul is at peace finally in the clefts of these hills;

My mind no longer weary, my heart finally still.

Tranquil thoughts of the mind flow like the streams gentle tides;

As for me I've foud where my heart resides.

No worry of tomorrow, no fear of today;

God take me under your wing, lest I should ever stray.

All reality escapes me, and for a moment I can breathe.

It may be a tough climb, but this is close to Heaven to me.

I want to raise a family someday in this type of bliss,

Yet the Lord's plans for me, I never want to miss.

The rushing water calms my heart, the wind takes hold of my soul.

These are the moments I'll always remember, even in my days of old.

Reviews

[samantha munning]

a lot of imagery i like it a lot