I want to sore like a bird above,
wind sweeping, engulfs me.
I'm above the clouds, echoes
of heaven now. Light glides
upon me and colors caress me.
Music fills my ears and my body.
Mighty God, song of soul, empty
my longings into your hand
bringing me to the higher land.
Purchased by your blood.
Mighty God, seer of all that moves
and breathes.
Singing a song of deliverance
singing a song of redemption,
singing and echoing, soring above
the night to the light of eternal God.
