Mountains in the water

Trees in the shade

Winds on the corner

Pictures that fade


Brought down to the hilltop

Drug across the plain

Spoken in weakness

Delivered in pain


Mastered in agony

Triumphed through guilt

Sanctioned by shame

From this we are built


Nailed in wood

Planted in stone

Lifted on high

To spirit from bone


Outcast from anger

Raised in love

No glory can heighten

But Christ from above


Ripples on the clouds

Tempests on the rift

Within this, find Jesus

Our Heavenly Gift


 Heavenly Gift by Ronhales                                                                                                         Isaiah 41:4

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