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

                                                                                             Selah

 _{Heavenly Gift by Ronhales}                                                                                                         Isaiah 41:4

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