High up into the mountains, you called me Lord
I hearkened unto Your voice as I’ve been told
Rugged, tough, the journey’s so cold
I’m shivering, confused, yet Yours to mold.
I’m bringing with me the gift You gave
The treasure I’ve long waited, so eager to save
You promised, and yes, it’s now in my hand
Thinking, “Finally, I’ve arrived in my Canaan land!”
But why is it Lord, my heart so bleeds
As You call me to seek You down on my knees:
To build a sturdy altar of sacrifice
And offer the gift I thought was mine?
Why give it Lord for my hands to feel
Then take it away despite my zeal?
My beloved, whose preciousness I enjoyed
Would be buried under the woods to fill the void.
Turn not against me, Father, my heart is tensed
How will I let go, yet be free from torment?
The dreams I once built around this desire
Now crumble to pieces and drown to the mire.
These tears, dear God, I cannot withhold
As I fearfully dread what the future might hold;
Yet as I climb higher and higher up to the peak
I heed Your mighty voice in thunder speak.
Yea, Lord, great Jehovah, I present before You
This precious gift You swore and gave
At your disposal Lord, for it is still You
Who giveth and taketh, blessed be Your Name!