On the Mountaintop

Echoes whisper of my shame,

But there’s a fire calling my name.

Walking low in a valley so deep,

The weight of my sins, they cut and they seep.

Worn-out paths where lost souls roam.

I keep searching for my way home.

Dark clouds loom, but a light breaks through,

With every step, I feel hope renewed.

Grace, like rain, washing sorrow away,

I raise my hands, and I start to pray.

From the valley of sin, through the shadows of shame,

I rise on the wings of His love, unashamed.

With mercy, I climb the mountain high,

Where grace flows like rivers beneath the vast sky.

Familiar faces with weary eyes,

They wander lost, beneath endless skies.

But I lift my voice, I begin to sing,

Of the hope that my Savior can bring.

Chains that bound me now fall to the ground,

The whispers of light, I can finally sound.

With every tear, there’s a story to tell,

Of love that picks me up from hell.

From the valley of sin, through the shadows of shame,

I rise on the wings of His love, unashamed.

With mercy, I climb to the mountaintop high,

Where the grace flows like rivers beneath the vast sky.

Oh, the mountaintop doesn’t erase the scars,

But now I wear them like diamond stars.

A testimony of battles fought,

In the depths of sin, my soul was sought.

So here I stand, on the peak of grace,

With joy in my heart, I see His face.

From the valley I came, now I will proclaim,

I walk in His love, and I’m never the same.