The Big Mountain
The Big Mountain
In the distance,
I gaze at the giant before me.
Cliff faces, I can not climb today,
but tomorrow... I will.
I have come to a point,
that there is no reason to hold back.
I have saved and taken the safe route,
until the map no longer covered,
the territory ahead.
Instead of fear,
I found adulation,
Instead of cowardice,
I have been given courage.
My Lord beside me,
wings of gold surround me,
I am lifted higher than the peaks.
Heaven a place in my heart,
a place in the distance,
a place before me,
beside be, in front of me,
and just me...
with Him.
Thank you Lord,
Holy Spirit,
beyond understanding.
Grace, and forgiveness,
a holiness beyond measure,
a treasure words,
can not paint,
pictures,
can not capture,
and only souls
can hold.
The Superstition Mountains are full of mystery. "Gold in them there hills..."
Many have tried to find it. Many have died. Indians and miners... lots of canyons there.
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