Did you see me standing
On that hill afar..
Looking seeking wanting
Riches of my life to shine
Standing looking far above
The heavens..
As the doors of heaven rain
Down his blessing on me
As a mystery unfold to where
The bluest of the blue,
Stand looking back at me from
Afar..
As I cry out across the way and
My echo ring,
Near and far..
Hoping you captured just a glance
Of me standing on that old hill
Afar..
While the heavens open up and
Shower me with abundance of
His blessings..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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