I Want to Soar

LORD, I want to soar high above the trees,
Able to see where the rivers meet the seas,
I want to soar, to leave myself behind.
Shed this fleshly form; flee this broken mind.

LORD, I want to soar higher than the birds,
Flee this hollow world, deaf to empty words.
Feel the cloudy mist, as it envelopes me
High above this world, finally so free.

LORD, I want to soar high above the pain.
From this selfishness, able to refrain.
I want to honor You, not struggle in strife.
To somehow forget the rest of this life.

LORD, I want to see Heaven’s gates unfold,
When I enter there, greet those saints of old.
I must be content to wait for that call,
Serving instead, as on my knees I fall.