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The Mountain The Mountain A dim flame still lingers amongst the cinders of my old self I watch from a distance as it dances back and forth Trying to cling to a cold coal Desperately, it begs for a breath of air to blow life back into it With no hope, it pops its rebellion then sizzles and fades away announcing it’s departure with a tiny burst of smoke and a request for silence Wandering over to study the ashes, I stir the remnants of my being to no avail of response It settles down into the earth softly subdued The same as my reflection has been in my mirror Remorse is unnecessary for the loss of an empty concern An air of a humbled dignity blows forth in gentle gasps I step back while the old ashes are dispersed No apprehension is needed as I see His mighty hand build a high mountain from where my remains once laid No fear is in my heart as I watch the Cross being raised and become witness to my Lord giving His life for my ashes already spent All that fills my new being is an overpowering awe And a peace that my old eyes had never before beheld There sparks a new flame in the deepest part of my soul To praise His name, love as He has loved give as He has given Fully, and completely I will climb the mountain He built for me Though the path may swerve and my legs may tire It is the way to Heaven He laid for my feet to follow And each step I take fills my heart, mind and soul With newness of hope, love and joy For He will never leave my side Making sure I reach His almighty gate. |
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