From mountains high,
See the valleys below.
All colored in green
Rainbows and snow.
The highest peak
Among the misty clouds,
Views of Vistas
Sometimes allowed.
Running streams
Catch up with the falls,
Spilling down
The huge granite walls.
The air is moist
Smelling of morning dew
Drifting clouds across
the heights opening views.
Beautiful scenes of granduer
Covered with life.
Emerging up and down,
causing shifts in light.
The majesty of Places high
give a sense of awe
To every living thing,
It breathes upon it all.
Now who can truly deny,
The creation up there
Where you can go,
To find such beauty rare.
The eagle with its power,
Soars across the sky
And searches out the smallest,
Feast with binocular eyes.
Words to describe the beauty
Of its display,
Are not enough
To justify their array.
Of all the places on this earth
That I choose to be.
Is high upon a mountaintop,
A little closer to THEE ! !
Written By Shirley Barr
Copyright 2004
ISAIAH 40:31
But they that wait upon
the Lord shall renew their
strength; they shall
mount up with wings
as eagles; they shall run,
and not be weary;
and they shall walk
and not faint.
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