GO REST HIGH ON THAT MOUNTAIN

GO REST HIGH UP ON THAT MOUNTAIN

Wake me up

take me out of this dream

tell me it isn’t so…

to the wall I scream

I sent my baby to school

thinking everything was fine

Now you come and tell me

The child taken was mine

My grief unrelenting

as my body shook with each sob

Oh how much

one persons evil has robbed

Not wanting to go home

without my child next to me

All the unopened Christmas Gifts

my baby will never get to see

I can’t see the end

of this tunnel so dark

Closing my eyes

I recall every remark

Every smile

every tear

every memory

I hold dear

I realize this isn’t a dream

And I want to lay down and die

my heart doesn’t seem to work

without my little sweetie pie

“Jesus I need you”

I can hear myself say

The most intimate of prayers

I ever did pray

Every part of my soul

felt like it had been ripped into

Then Jesus answered back

and said “I will help you through”

“Don’t worry about your baby

nothing can harm your child again

Your child is home with me

Where Satan can never enter in

Just hang on a little longer

this old world is about to end

I am coming back for a people

who are sick and tired of this worlds sin”

I know your hurting

and  your child you want to hold

so until that day comes

Take comfort in the words you were told

Your child rests high

on that mountain with me

Christmas for your baby

will be the best it could ever be

What I have given

nothing else could ever compare

An eternity of joy unspeakable

I have made your child my heir”

Written By Serena Ellison

in memory of the innocent Children and teachers massacred in Newtown Connecticut on Friday December 14, 2012