"Oh Wondrous City"

High upon a mountains sparkling bright light,
Stands a lone statue marking days of fight.

Alone it rests with form and fashion
Silent as the stone it was once a vision.

Thru the valleys of creation to the depths of the seas
The mountain rises high so its’ light all can see.

Guiding the weary traveler, a beacon of hope
Long has been the search and seldom was it found.

Only to be lost again…a cast away crown of thorns.
Replaced with the magnificence of ivory horns.

Wings of flight and feet of stone, no easy match for the fleet
But rest we shall after a long victorious battle we meet.

To the victor goes the spoils, the riches and glory
Waste not the beaten souls, once held the true story.

For theirs is a history borne of guts, misery, heart ache and strength
To be shared thru the ages, told and taught with pride and purpose.

The City rests a long winter’s night, to once again do battle
In the stillness of the wind and hearts waning for the fight.

Streets of gold and paths of green moss
Rivers of wine and swamp valleys to slosh.

We march away march away to the victorious battle
Leaving the wounded behind their sabers no longer rattle.

So now as you can see the City is safe on the mountain
No enemy can approach without first being spied upon.

For never has the wicked broke thru the fence of pain
They have no honor, no love to gain.

The light beckons your call, do not turn away
In its’ shadow you’ll long to stay

And there we will meet, our paths now as one we seek
To have and to hold all our days thru, in a City for the meek.


© B.A.S. …:}….🐝
12/25/08 10:00 PM EST
Post Edit 7/7/2023 10:50 AM EST 
In His Wondrous Service:

Matthew 13:36-43
Isaiah 24 thru 27