Upon this hill

Upon this hill
upon this plain
stood a king who knew my pain
His crown though vary from what we see as crown
still crown it is upon His head
His crown twisted, gnarled with thorn
His hair as yellow as corn
His robes as long
in the silent hills He spoke none
He did not strike a chord
nor stir the quiet of the day
He stood there
and I refuse to look
So patient was He to stay and stay

Then finally He came closer still
I could smell the perfume which laid upon His feet
as He walked I could imagine that
the grass would kiss it purely out of adoration
and indeed to give Him reverence

The clouds above all stood to watch
as He climbed the mount towards this
all the world had succumb to bliss
for Jesus is
Merely because He is
I still am
merely because He wills it
I still breathe
I still am His tabernacle


But why, I pondered?

He stood there, hands upon His waist
(O God, I nearly died when I saw Him smiling)
He stood there so magnificently
He at first did no such thing as to speak
But He merely looked at me
the butterflies and the roses of the meadows
all watched
while the skies
turned from blue to velvet and tangerine
blushing in envy
for His eyes laid not upon their beauty
but on a plain thing such as I

the winds of the skies
came brushing by asking why
But He said nothing still
He was like a bird upon a morn's window sill
greeting the flowers and the common host whose hand would part and feed it food

Well, words cease to come forth
they are somewhere within this wooden storeroom
whose key is lodged in the keyhole

He beckoned
He did
call upon my name
and my soul leapt for joy
O Jesus speak again
for my heart swooned
at the mere beckoning of my true love's voice

He said unto me
things I never thought He would
for I had wandered quite far
and turned deaf ears unto His words
and yet He kept calling

He held my hand
I had not said a thing
He smiled
I swooned
turned my eyes away from Him
I felt His smile widened
though shyly
With a gentle beckoning
His hands held me closer
and I thought
(O Lord, closer still?)
I could feel the soft fabric of His skin
the robes which entwined so perfectly
upon His Holy Vessel

I had not said a single thing
while upon this golden ring
this provincial grounds which birds do sing
all perched now like a daily offering
upon the branch they all exult
the God of creation
the God of all
Jesus Christ
Lamb of God
Souls give You praise
Hearts unfold with unending adoration
Wherefore You go
my feet I pray to follow You
in all You say in all You do

This I pray to never be at all astray from You
that I may walk closer with You
much closer still!
O God almighty
I am Your servant
called by name
You said I am Your claim
amongst the many
and all give You praise
Jesus God whose mercy never fades

a garland of roses has risen
from where You stand O God
a garland of roses has risen
within the core of Your eyes
the very pupils which carries such deepness
wild honey coloured things have gone out of the way
to pave You a Hallmark praise
the sun and the clouds stunned to give remark
O God words have come to surrender within the mind of my mind

I praise You Jesus
I want to always remain
within this place
where You and I are always together
where beauty and solace dwells
where love is manifested all the time
where joy is not rocked in the wretched storms
but You said
faith not tried
is faith not grown
glory and grace without sorrow and suffering
is hollow
for sorrow and suffering
has much to teach
much to help me
You said

So upon this mount
this hill
this quaint patch of quilt which You had paved
with the strike of Your hand
with a twitch of Your mighty rod and staff
they all came to exist
O God of Gods
I simply cannot contain
despite my resentment and complain
You love me
without condition or price

This is most beautiful
the honey coloured haven
is where I want to be
just You and I
staring endlessly above the sunlit skies
I love You so God Jesus Christ
lead me closer and closer still
till I can smell again the fragrance of frankincense and myrrh...