Letras
Whispers in the evergreens,
Where silence writes my name in snow.
I learned to fall, I learned to rise,
And I learned to let the stillness grow.
Eight years old, the slope was wide,
My father's voice behind my side.
Skis on boots, heart in flame,
The mountain breathed and knew my name.
Cabins glowed like nativity scenes,
In the hush of Christmas dreams.
We cut a tree, we made a fire-
Lit with joy, and longing's choir.
This is where I found the sky,
Painted in the Savior's eye.
Snow and soul and silent grace-
This is my thin and holy place.
The wind still sings our family's song,
Where the mountain keeps my name.
Years went on, the condo sold,
The forest grew more wild, more bold.
But we returned, like faithful tide,
To find the Christlight where we'd cried.
I brought my children to the trees,
And felt the echoes in the breeze.
Their laughter caught where mine once flew-
A sacred loop, forever new.
Highways cracked and time moved fast,
But the mountain outlasts, the mountain outlasts.
Solar cabin, candle-lit,
Faith unspoken, but tightly knit.
I saw my brother through the storm,
He found me cold, and kept me warm.
Not just with fire, but with grace-
He bore me home through mercy's place.
This is where we heard His voice,
Carried not in shout, but choice.
Through drifting snow and sky so wide,
We rise, we kneel, we do not hide.
The stars remember where we prayed,
And the mountain keeps our names.
I remember...
Come unto the mountain...
Peace, be still...
Someday I'll return in light,
My name a shadow in the white.
But my children's boots will find my trail
Carved in grace that cannot fail.
This is where the veil grew thin,
Where Heaven brushed against my skin.