The Spirit guides me here,
to meet upon this hill
The outstretched arms, the wounded hands,
The love that finds me still.
In silence I am held,
Until my song takes flight
And breaking forth in golden notes
Fills heart and soul with light.
When I must leave this place
And face the world again
Good Saviour, from such holy ground
Come with me to the plain.
Consume my soul with fire,
Let love and peace fly free,
And at the end take all I am
And shape what I must be.
©C.M.M
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