To soar with You Up High,
with all my sorrow put aside,
I long for Your thoughts,Your touch,
so much.
In my mind I think about soaring,
To hold Your Hand Lord,
To stand for Your Love,
So Longing for Your Glorious Presence,
That I feel a hunger,Deep within.
I pray I don't fall under,
to wander from
Your ways,seems to frighten me so.
I keep You in my thoughts,for if not,the
Haunts,will take me away.
With You,Oh Lord,I want to stay.
Written by:©Betty Bolden