I went up to the mountain looking for you,
I stood there on your creation looking at a sky so blue.
I sensed a powerful presence,
Your loving essence.
I felt a stillness, time didn’t exist, nor sorrow or strife.
Standing at the top I was reminded of how small I am.
You are a powerful lion, while I am but a lamb.
You are infinite in your wisdom,
a loving father reigning over His kingdom.
Time and again your mightiness has been shown.
As I stood there on the mountain alone,
I saw the truth of life.
The mountain is Your view,
The valley below is my view.
I can’t see the whole picture from below,
a point of view so shallow.
But You are on that mountain, You see the whole thing,
Your steadfast love to which I cling
guides me through my journey and shows me Your truth,
like Abraham, Moses, David, and Ruth.
You see the very depth of life,
every twist and turn,
infinite in Your knowledge, You have nothing to learn.
I found the truth up on the mountain:
God is here and His grace overflows like an endless fountain.
When life seems so uncertain,
I pray and His plans are revealed to me as He draws open the curtain.
I remember that God already knows what’s in store,
He knows what will happen next as he did before.
Though I be in the valley below, He is on the mountain looking down.
I wear His shield of grace, He wears the crown.
~ Liz Austin 2018
Oh how I’d love to be in a little hillside orchard lazing about,
under the shady trees that are blossoming out.
Listening to the birds as they sing with glee,
the robins, cardinals, and chickadees.
They join together in a feathered chorus,
singing a sweet song of Spring just for us.
Pink and white apple blossoms make a beautiful canopy,
while the plush green grass is a bed as soft as can be.
The gentle warm breeze carries you away to dreamland,
images of princesses, fairies, and magic wash away reality like waves to the sand.
So many adventures to be had and places to go,
from faraway islands to grand castles, open prairies, and mountains with snow.
Not a care in the world or a worry to be had,
for this little hillside orchard, I’m mighty glad.
~by Liz Austin. 2018.
Born and raised in Upstate NY, Liz is a freelance writer. She has written for websites, blogs, and magazines for the last 10 years. She also acts as a proofreader and beta reader for several authors, all the while working on her first book.