THE EAGLE

Oh Lord,
You are as the mighty eagle
Who sits atop the mountain;
For You Yourself, oh Lord,
Make the highest heavens Your throne.
You watch the world from this place,
Surveying over all there is;
And being witness of the state
Your creation is in.
We've drifted far from You dear Lord;
Fallen down from that lofty place,
And now we dwell not upon the moutainside
But rather yet we make our abode in the valley,
in the wayside.

But now yet we cry unto You oh Lord;
Save us from our despair,
Heal us of our pain,
And deliver us from the path we walk.
For without You Father there is no hope;
As the Valley of Achor was a place of death,
So too does the valley we now dwell in lead to death.
Hear our plight oh God,
Listen to our plea;
The enemy is around ready to destroy us.
Lift us I pray and take us to that mountaintop,
Oh to that glorious Mount Zion,
Where we can once more rejoice in Your Holy Presence,
That place where we can rest in Your care,
Covered by Your wings.
Amen

WRITTEN BY SCOTT LATHAM