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