My Mountain High

Place me on my mountain high Where clouds must climb to cross the sky My bed be made in the sandstone hewn My blankets of soil and grass wet with dew My head board made of native stone With my name that marks my mortal home Let dust my body now become Till I rise once more through the eternal Son As is the way of this world My life was filled with twists and twirls Good times bad times and in between Days of kindness and days that were mean But through it all I followed His call Even when I would trip and fall Distractions here temptations there Rocky paths with holes and snares Before me He walked and steady I stood As long as I kept my eyes on Him good On days when I would look away I would fall down and into the traps I'd stray Looking back to that old rugged path I see Him before reaching out with His staff Pulling me back onto the path to keep walking with Him once again He loved me though I failed Him many times and was quick to forgive when I repented of sin