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Words & music by Geoff Rankin
Copyright © Geoff Rankin
Now I know where my heart lies
In God's hands as I cry
Where both eagle and owl fly
I'm nestled there
Now I know as my mind tries
To understand the injustice of life
I think of how He came and died
And say a prayer
So blind I couldn't see
I couldn't see that this world has given God a million
times my grief
So proud thinking of me
I wanted answers when what I needed was to let God be my
peace
Is it me or does no one feel this pain
Crying tears in the rain
So I'm wondering why
Do we have to go through so much in this life
That's why I'm questioning why there's a why
That's why I'm climbing up
I'm climbing up high to the top of this mountain
Doing my best at touching the sky
On a wing and a prayer
So why can't I fly
And why aren't there angels lifting me
Till the day that I die will the question be there
Wait - you've got to wait
But I want answers today
And walk in faith
Some questions won’t go away
There are things I know will never change
But that's never stopped me praying
So I'm wondering how
We're supposed to deal with questions we have now
You know what they are about or there-abouts
That's why I'm climbing up
I'm climbing up high to the top of this mountain
Doing my best at touching the sky
On a wing and a prayer
So why can't I fly
And why aren't there angels lifting me
Till the day that I die will the question be there
Flying to the limit of the human spirit
Couldn't get much higher without catching on fire
Looking for some answers, taking all my chances
Still God has got his secrets or there would be no
seekers
Why do we need to know why
Like touching the sky
Sometimes even faith must sigh
Like touching the sky
Wait - you've got to wait
Is that all you have to say
And walk in faith
Stuck on the question
I'm climbing up high to the top of this mountain
Doing my best at touching the sky
On a wing and a prayer
So why can't I fly
And why aren't there angels lifting me
Till the day that I die will the question be there
I'm climbing up high
Like touching the sky
So why can't I fly
Till the day that I die will the question be there
I've already torn the sky apart
So I can live inside your heart
Now I know where my heart lies
It lies in God's loving hands |
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