I walk along the mountain ridge,
Watching eagles soar through the never ending sky.
Stretching out I run across the bridge
To the freedom where I can fly.
The earth extends forever,
Displaying Your beautiful creation for me to see,
And I glory at all the chains You sever
So I may become who You created me to be.
I fly across the ground,
Looking up as the sky consumes my vision,
Until my feet cease to pound
Due to the earth’s incision.
I am falling, racing towards the deep
Where I crash into the dark.
Alone and afraid, Despair begins to seep
Into my soul to smother the lark
That sang and flew along the mountain top.
Stumbling, I draw myself up to standing,
Seeking out a source of light I drop
To the ground, too much of my body demanding.
I am stranded in this valley,
I am encased in black,
The aspects of fear continue to tally,
And I can see all that I lack.
The darkness exposes my flaws,
Whispering twisted truths into my heart,
And I find it draws
Despair and Pride onto its dart.
“Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I shall fear no evil…”
And I take in a breath,
Initiating and upheaval
Against the Enemy who snares,
Locking me in battle against myself;
So I become one who dares
To thrust him down onto hell’s shelf.
You provide strength to climb the mountain’s face,
Scaling up past all of his traps,
So I may finish the race,
Yet pay no heed to the world’s claps.
Solely for You I ascend to the crest,
Seeking the beauty You desire in my life,
Reaching for that envied best
Outside of the range of his Strife.
So I set out for that mountain ridge,
Longing for that endless sky.
From here to You runs the bridge
I must cross to reach the freedom to fly.
“…for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.” ~Psalm 23: 4