On this mountain he will remove the morning veil.
Covering all peoples.
I will follow Isaiah’s tale.
His voice sings from the steeples.

I dreamt last night that I saw a boat.
It was right at the end of an endless pier, moored.
The sea was jet black, the boat barely afloat.
As I sat on I felt lonely and tired.

I remembered these words, the lord will wipe away.
The tears from every cheek.
So hope can hold sway.
I can continue to seek.

It is too soon to exult and rejoice.
But soon enough to listen to his voice.