• Climbing,
    Just walking.
    I need to see the true top.
    I need to watch God's beauty from his throne.
    An hour or so,
    I got a lot left to go.
    I reach the top,
    My heart seems to stop.
    The big cities seem so small,
    The people move like tiny ants,
    Crawling to point A to B,
    Knowing they will never notice me.
    The windy air,
    Misty snow,
    This perfect,
    I will never let go.
    I feel so alive,
    Vibrant and free
    But God's throne cannot fit me.
    So I walk down to the ground,
    Knowing that someday,
    This beautiful sight will never look the same.