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...