Majestic mountains standing guard,
Clouds gathering at their peaks,
Reflecting on the mirrored lake;
This must be a place where He speaks.
From the valley that passes through them,
Mist rises to meet the sky,
A rainbow of glistening, opaque rays,
Gone in the blink of an eye.
In the narrow opening,
With a mountain on each side,
Stands Our Lord Almighty,
Arms spread and opened wide.
Behind Him shimmering waterfalls,
Cascading down the hill,
Gracefully, doves are soaring,
As He is standing still.
The sleeves of His white robe billow,
As He shows this magnificent sight,
Embracing His beauty in nature,
As He shines His glorious light.
I stared in awesome wonder,
And gazed upon His face,
As Our Lord stood in this valley,
And blessed me with His grace.