Upon a hermit mount I see
a hermit dwelling upon it...
a hermit in his religious robes
whose hair a crowned glory no longer more
His lips are tight with solemnity
his eyes deeply dwelt in pondering
his name unknown to this I find
Him standing there before me now

He was as pallid as winter's drought
whose snow and freeze would stem the living from ever rising
The sleeping beast of wintery drought, has not yet come but he comes near though
the trees whose leaves where hanging by the boughs
now droop in sadness on its brows
leaf subside from leaf in grief
for his hour is near and time fleets his time like a plundering thief
His grief scorned deep in his aged breathing
his prayer constant...heavy bound like the leathery bible in his keep

He moved about in this solitude
slowly, slowly, in his age and in his own accord
his body frail and in his youth's discord
could not purchase much ease for it is beyond his body's afford

Sound the man in his youthful days
then seize the time to make hay
for if man fails to gather heaps of hay
and sow the seeds in the fields while he may
then he would mourn for time to yield and stay
he would cry and cry in great dismay
sell his soul and whatever he has
but alas...alas...time passes on...
once spent...is forever gone...
needless to say I saw the tree
grieving o perpetually...
his cries to God persistently
to give him hours to redeem
whatever he can to preserve him from
being discarded from the One who had him formed

Eli, Eli sabachthani
Father God hath Thou forsaken me?
to leave me crucified....though I am merely a hermit tree
still my soul recourse only unto Ye...
save me from my horrid sins
cleanse me clean this I beg of Ye
that when I die it shall not be in vain
that when I die I shall dwell with You O God in Your domain...

I lived a man harsh and stubborn, stone of heart
now as I leave I cannot leave with a peaceful heart...
break it now and make it flesh
make me whole in Ye O God that we may always be together...Lord..."

The hermit faced upon the skies
raised both hands, with tears of mourn and grief he uttered, cried...
O God in Your Holy Countenance
I desire to dwell forever more
the world cannot give me satisfaction ....
nor can it heal me or make me whole
O God I plead to You alone
I seek Salvation...my sins I desire them to be atoned...

The Lord God's mercy is forever more
He loves all His children beyond any man's comprehension
His anger brief just like the winds, His love forever steadfast and constant...sound like a healthy tree
whose fruits bear sweet and flesh and wine
to feed and quench the thirsty man
thirst not of the lips but of the heart
hunger not of the stomach but of the spirit...

Then the hermit with a loud cry yelled
"I submit to Ye O God of Gods..."
Then the angel of the Lord
took him home to see his God
in His countenance the man rejoiced
in His house forever dwelling he rejoiced
"At last I say unto Ye O God...
into Thy hands I surrender me
all of me...I surrender only unto Ye..."

The hermit tree had drooped his head
his limbs now lifeless...now his body dead
he died but now he forever lives
in God's kingdom...in His presence...forever more...