On A Mountain Top

On a mountain top I stand
ready and willing for my wings to expand
but something here holds me back.
So here I stand putting on an act.

On a mountain to I stand
looking at the world below
at all the hills and valleys.
From every high to every low.
Birds pass over me, their wings whisper
oh they whisper-and I want to adhere!
They beckon me saying "Join us up here!"
but alas I stay right here.
For something holds me back
and so here I am
still I am looking back.

On a mountain top I stand
looking in the air
and oh how I wish to be up there!
Up where the air is sweet,
so I can rest my weary feet.
But idle they stay.
So I have no choice,
no choice to listen as the creatures bay.
Creatures looming over me threatening me.
And oh how I wish to flee!
Flee, flee from it all.
Flee form all the blood and gall!
But here, right here I stay
never to obey
the beckoning calls I here.
No, I will never adhere.

On a mountain to still I stand
waiting ever for my wings to expand.
But firmly planted I will be
because this is where God planted me.
Growing taller will I be
firmly planted as a tree.
No bird, nor fish can persuade me,
because Jesus sowed my seeds.
On fertile ground He planted these.

So on a mountain top I forever stand,
overlooking the great expand.
Changing as the seasons come and go.
Never will I wander to and fro.
Giving shade to those who find,
rest under my leafy vines.
waving goodbye as they take flight.
That is how I will spend my life.
Standing proud and true.
Yes this is what God has called me to do.

By: Morgan Lawson