I live in a castle far up on a hill
In comfort and luxury I stay
Venturing out on warm sunny days
The flowers are fragrant
The grass is all trimmed
Tress are in blossom
And birds are at play

My castle surrounded by towering walls
Protecting my fragile like shell
In my beautiful prison I constantly dwell
All news is good news
Smiles are required
Money flows easy
And mourners don’t tell

What’s outside those walls I don’t really know
I’m not even sure that I care
In my beautiful prison, in my comfortable chair
My cheeks are all rosy
I’m happy to stay
My pantry is full
I have plenty to spare

But what is this nagging I want to ignore
It’s pulling me, causing me fear
A voice softly calling, a focusing spear
piercing my soul
lifting my veil
showing me truth
making me hear

Go up in your castle, look down from the tower
Hear the sad songs paupers sing
Spiritless beggars, but loved by The King
Wanting good news
waiting for sunlight
wishing for bread
That no one will bring

Open the gates, go outside the walls
Don’t be afraid of the view
It’s different out there, and much will be new
But The One goes ahead
And He lights the way
So take a big step
For the workers are few

I live in a castle far up on a hill…

Lori Visser 2018