The Halls Between the Mountains
I've stood at the edge between high forest fastness
And the yawning open valley below
A place that lifts the senses and lifts too the heart,
And just a bit, uplifts a human's ego.
Standing above a canyon, valley, mountain pass or rift
Elevates a man's sense of self-worth as though,
A simple climb had made him king of all
That he surveys stretched out below.
If you want to gain a sense of who you are,
Go down into the mountain halls,
Where sky's a crack of blue above, and you so small
Stand humbled there between those great and stony walls.
It's here on Earth down in the mountain halls we live.
It's blessings man receives, when majesty he faces.
For here below we learn humility. We're fitted up
To stand upon eternity's high and glorious places.
© 2020 by Tom King
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