Oh my soul, take flight and go
to that mountain high
Where the air is clear
and the only One near
is the God who answers your cries.
Clarity comes with the refreshing
of pure water to bathe the
inside and the outside of you -
Peace filled days full of whispered praise,
learning His ways
so that when He sends you back down
to the cities and the towns
full of madness and pain -
you won't get sucked in again -
You'll rise above their hate
held aloft by the breeze of His love -
In the world - not of it -
Suffering because of their weakness, not your own...
Oh my soul - this world is not your home!
Do not despise the chastening of the Lord,
so when He sends you back out into the world,
you won't be overcome or undone
because of the flesh - which seeks to live
apart from Him - in sin.
Oh my soul -
From time to time -
withdrew to that mountain High
where the angels draw near
and minister to your every tear
and your lover Most High
breathes upon your every sigh
and gently takes upon Himself
every scar and blemish given you
by the children of Hell...