High

I am grounded and dull
Instead of rooted and full

Allowing elements of the day

To enter in and take away

Joyful musings that would gather

As I wake, trust me, I'd rather

Look up and be filled so

That my reflections only grow

Into praises of Your love

Magnanimous thoughts from above

So high I do not comprehend

Amounts of love and mercy You send

Click for the soundtrack for this musing: Mukala- High