Between mountain peaks I fly
Valleys and lakes rush by beneath me
As I race towards my goal.
Above the clouds I see it,
Rising on the horizon:
My secret haven,
Rock of refuge and trysting place
With the One I love.
With one final surge I arrive
Amidst beauties untold I am at rest.
My Love is here before me,
His waiting arms hold me close.
His gentle breath soothes and restores me,
His living gaze gives me strength.
Strength to live and dream,
In a grey and weary world.
Though my eyes have never seen it,
I know my secret place is real,
And I will often return to my garden
In the cleft of the mount of the Most High