jars of clay
my heavenly
let the wind fall wild across my path even though we barely move, there's no turning back there is a river; there is a road place of holy riches untold it's where i'm s'pposed to be where i'm s'pposed to be my heavenly, mmm-mmm i know it never feels right to let go of the safety we're used to holding so tight but there is a lion underneath these skies though love cries (though love cries) though love cries, love will rise my, my, my heavenly so fly me higher, higher hope fill me, keep me here love lion, my, my... so when i'm lonely or when i'm old life is more behind me all the stories have been told i can fix my gaze up through the clouds where i'm gonna be where i'm gonna be my heavenly my, my heavenly my heavenly.