Soaring High

Ready to step off this earthly ground

Knowing that it is in Him I am found

Higher I go to a place I can't see

Closer I am hiding in Thee

 

My treasure place

My heavenly store

Lift me up and make me soar!

 

Wind beneath these arms of feathers

Draw me up from the earthly nether

Soaring high to heavenly realm

To rest with Thee at Thy helm

The Killing Zone

From the comfort of my chair

 As I sit with little care

 A thought comes to mind

“How could I be so unkind?

 Forgetting those our brethren

 Also looking forward to the Kingdom of Heaven"

As I fall down to my knees

“Father, help them please.

 Endure the pain of torture

 To remember their Hope so sure

 And as men seek to take their life,

 Remind them that Jesus did not fight back in strife"

Prostrate on my face I now lie

“Make me worthy Lord also to die.

 To suffer for Thy name

 And bring thee glory not shame

 Just like those thy saints in the killing zone

 Patiently longing for their true home"