The Hills
My journey is to a higher place;
Weary pained soul as dark as the night,
Stretch forth a hand for me to grasp
The beauty of shadow and light.
My journey is to a higher place;
Yearning release from these wretched trenches.
The crystal water invites me come.
Parched tongue of thirsty soul now quenches.
My journey is to a higher place;
My keeper will not slumber nor sleep.
Hand in hand with help lift me up.
Glorious peace the absence of deep.
My journey is to a higher place;
This vantage point all suffering diffused.
In quiet stillness the voice speaks to me,
“Look up Look up and you’ll be renewed!”
The hills, oh the hills are my higher place,
Transforming, majestic a shade of protection!
Coming and going I’m safe in the arms
Of the light of that love, in me His reflection.
(Based on Psalms 121)