Out On High
I have run out of high
I begin to crawl
the bottom was my destination
it was what I desired
as it was common to man
for it I prepared
of it I now let go
Set free of death
It has no wings
Where I am headed it cannot follow
Celestial Clydesdales gallop hard into the distance
in fertile space
Where the light of stars has yet to shine
in space untilled
where darkness has no purpose
they prepare the way
they are the essence of the unknown
there in the secret place where there are no secrets
there am I fully known
It is here where the armor of God was made
deep in the womb on creation
where time knows no beginning and has no end
in the court of endurance shall I watch
prayers as they turn into praises
praises as they turn into worship
worship as it turns into grace
I run out on high
Here now in the mist of eternity
I wait
adorned in grace
encircled by mercy
With my God
For my God
From now
Till the day after forever
Copyright © James Kosiorek | Year Posted 2013
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