Zion: Gods Peace

Anxious clouds gather to circle over me, attempting to leak their lacklustre tears and cover me.

For that is all they have left, unable to commit theft of joy, tears is all their reduced to.

Once able to seamlessly command the entire vastness of tree’s and effortlessly carve their wind shaped hand in to mountains turning them to fountains.

They stand in obedience as the one who is Omni-sense, fashioned an immortal mustard seed and planted it in to my spirit see, faith is at work in me.

The clouds could cause the mountains to crack but now all strength is mine I cannot lack. So I command The Mountain to journey to the sea and before I count to three it’s passed the trees.

Oh what manner of life is this, wherein I scale God’s own country hills, I Fight lions for thrills and give demons chills.

My life in that peaceful green and pleasant zion where nature’s pleasantries encompass me and heavens mercies enthral me.

God has found a second Eden here and unlike Adam of times gone by, to the Lord do I yield and do find joy in subduing mine eyes.