Echo From The Mountaintops

Echo From The Mountaintops

Echo from the mountaintops,

where earth and heaven meet,

lift your voice in quiet strength,

let it rise on steady feet.

The stones have heard the prayers of men,

the skies have held their cries,

now speak your truth without regret,

let it reach beyond the skies.

Not for glory, not for fame,

but for the soul to find its place,

echo from where angels walk,

where silence meets God’s face.

The wind may carry doubt and fear,

the peaks may test your way,

but echo still, and stand your ground,

your spirit lights the day.

Echo from the mountaintops,

let no hush steal your sound,

call through cliffs and lonely rocks,

let your voice be proud, unbound.

Tell the wind you’re standing here,

heart and soul, both raw and clear,

answer silence with your name,

make the hollow hold your flame.

They may climb and claim the peaks,

build their towers, spout their speech,

but your truth is not their crown,

you speak up, they tumble down.

Echo from the mountaintops,

release what stirs inside,

a voice made pure by humble hands,

by storms you will not hide.

And when your echo fades from stone,

and dusk falls soft and wide,

know your song still walks these heights,

your voice and God, side by side