Plateau
On this mountain the Lord of Hosts will prepare a rich banquet for all the peoples . . .and swallow up the veil that shrouds all the people, the pall thrown over all the nations; He will swallow up death forever. - Isaiah 25:6-7 Many a hand has scaled the grand, old face of the plateau. Some belong to strangers, some to folks you know. Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand. To beautify the foothills, to shake the many hands. There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop, and an illustrated book about birds. You see a lot up there, but don't be scared. Who needs action when you got words. When you're finished with the mop, then you can stop, an look at what you've done. The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen. And the work it took was fun. There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop, and an illustrated book about birds. You see a lot up there, but don't be scared. Who needs action when you got words. Well the many hands began to sc