Friday, May 29, 2009

The Mountain

Great rocks spiring, pierce the sky
A head of snow, a torso of granite
Its massive feet anchored in the valley
This mighty mountain, the handiwork of God, mirrors its Maker
Strong and tall, adorned with unshakable beauty
Bold, unashamed truth bathed in beauty
As a cataract flows down its frame
Melted ice gushing from the precipice
Warmed by a heart on fire with extravagant love

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