Upon a hill I look clear out
among the treetops and streets below.
A sprinkled meadow of bright lights do cause my mind to ponder
the dreams and hopes and prayers of those
between the cluttered lights below.
What life! What stories lie behind awaiting for some day
When struggles, tears do fade away and
joy is overflowing.
As the wind blows strongly cross my face I stop to think and ask,
Why can't it take it all away, that which, weakens and afflicts?
There is relief in sight, I know,
for beauty will prevail.
The bitter sting of trial-full times is but a little moment.
So, lift up your hearts and sing your praise
to that almighty God who hears your prayers and knows your needs
who strengthens you in trial.
Long before we came this way the plan was made and set.
The angels sing melodious tunes with
words of truth and peace.
"Oh dear children do not despair
for there is one who knows thee well. He will
heal thee in thine hour and sooth the bitter sting.
Triumphant over all that scars
He is Christ!, your rock, Redeemer, Lord!"
~ Zachary Burk
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