[The story behind this poem can be found here.]
The Mountains of Skye
I have tasted and seen your goodness, O God,
Felt your presence so strong, watched your glory unfold
I would have turned back if your words proved untrue
But along every step it’s been just as you’ve told
How could I doubt what’s as solid as Rock?
And still…
There are times when it seems like you could be a dream
Can my heart really trust what my eyes haven’t seen?
The things of this world are a veil to my eyes
Coming down like a curtain to hide you from sight
Like the clouds you created, just mist, just a breath
But that breath can veil mountains in all of their might
The fog hovers over the mightiest peaks
Enveloping mountains in mist and mystery
It can make you doubt that you saw them at all
When moments ago they were sure strength and beauty
But some things are just so lofty they stand tall beyond the clouds
And doubt cannot render them any less true
A mountain stands as tall when the mist descends
As it does when the skies are the clearest of blue
I saw the sun shine bright through the clouds just there
Did you see it illuminate the mountainside?
But before I could capture that heavenly sight
The light crept back into the mist to hide
Was that light really there, was the mountaintop real
If I’m left with no image to show
To prove to you that it was true
Or remind me of what I should know?
Remember, O heart, that it wasn’t a dream
You bear the mark of this moment and many before
I’m branded by his glory and molded by his grace
Every glimpse forms his image a little bit more
Rest assured, O my soul, for you know one day soon
The sun will pierce the mountain’s haze
It will reveal that mountain, glorious and strong
And all will stand amazed
Will you stay long enough to watch the fog lift?
Will you pull back the curtain in search of his face?
Will you watch the stark beauty emerge once again?
Let the utter immensity blow you away?
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