The air is much cleaner up here
Up here there is no need to fear
Birds swoop down to steal peace
Tell me – will this ever cease?
Despite being here there’s a long way to go
It won’t ever be over until I am home
But the view is more pleasant up here
Up here I see everything quite clear
His will is greater than the vast sky
His will is perfect for you and I
Looking down I begin to feel queasy
But this lifelong climb wasn’t set to be easy
Hanging on with all my might
“Remember – this is not your fight.”
I will cling to this mountaintop.
Mountaintop = my metaphor for being closer to God.