Pinnacle on High
~Isaiah Lake

Ominous clouds
Suppress the sky
Stand bold on the mountain
Your pinnacle on high

The rain crashing down
Powerful and stately
Won’t you look out beyond
At God’s great majesty

Make part from the world
So supple and venal
Throw off lachrymose
And know God’s vast nature

Be reverent, and be humble
To the wind that shakes the ground
For God is surely in it
Alone with you, so proud

Run through dry veins
Oh presence of God
The cares of this world
I lay them at your feet

Wind in my hair
Rain on my skin
Escape from this world
Its hatred and sin

In silence I come
To you, God of the sky
I come to your presence
My pinnacle on high