I climb the mountain of our time
With portents of my death I bare
And do not notice time’s own signs
That death will be my final snare.
The meaning of my life I seek
With every step is death more real
May I here have at least one peak
At purpose will my meaning seal?
I hear the words, “God will provide”
Come from a Cross raised on a hill
From Lamb who has come to my side
And promises to my sin kill.
Caught in a thorn bush that’s a Cross.
For me a sacrifice brings life
And willingly I count as loss
My darkness, dissipates in light
For now I see a grave beyond
That hill whose summit I have reached:
It’s empty and my sin’s undone
As Him on other side I meet.
Casts meaning on my former steps
As heaven through His Cross I glimpse
And now His purpose for me met
In Blood my sin will from me rinse.
His vision of the whole His gift
To me and all who with Him die
And rise with Him to life He lifts
Where love and joy and peace abide.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 