You are higher than all the mountain tops. You are higher than all my thoughts.
The streets are wide and empty. I can stand on a beach, yell at the raging sea. Stillness returns but not in vain.
I’m growing where I don’t belong, holding on to the roots. It is you that strong.
Elevated to my knees. Elevated to my feet. I want to see your face from the ground.
Elevated to my hands. Elevated through your praise. How can I stand in your presence, with my past and my present.
Lord, I never complain, I never ask why, please don’t let my dreams run dry.
I will never stop to catch it. I will never stop to pursue it. I will never stop runs.