Christ's Crest

The morning dawns on the mountaintop, the air is crisp and clean.

Through the mist below the old clock tower barely can be seen.

The song of birds is the only sound that breaks the peace and quiet.

The sun comes up and shines on the cross to spread God's glorious light.

The noise of the town in the valley below cannot be heard from here.

As we sit in the silence we feel His presence and know that God is near.

He reaches out to touch our hearts and bless us with this new day.

We lift our eyes as the fog clouds rise and ask Him to show us the way.

For too soon the day will be llike the rest with the hustle and bustle it brings.

Chatter of folk will nearly drown out the song that the birdie sings.

May I capture the magic that the moment holds and let it envelope me,

As the spirit of God comes into my soul in the peace, quiet and tranquility.

Long after today if the going gets rough I'll pause and think for awhile

Of the morn on the mountain where Christ is King and know that I am his child.

It will give me the boost that my spirit needs to get through another day,

To toil at my tasks or do good deeds because Christ showed me the way.