The servant

Written by: Jan Thie

From the servant on the mountain
came the song.
The clouds still leaking colours
and the tall grass,
dressed in yellow plumes;
the birds a burst of laughter in between.

This is the glory,
the land;
the rivers that run it,
the trees that forgive it,
the rain and the wind
its applause.

This from the servant,
the master
and heir to the land:
I shall stand here and learn
how to trust and obey.
I will stand here and love you forever.