2016 version:
Lift Me Up
7th Movement, Hungry for Heaven
Raise me skyward in a torrent
Energize me with your current
Rescue me from atrophy
Lift me up in harmony
Now I vow to reach up higher
Never mind the pain or fire
Break the shackles,
I take you as my Lord
Jesus Christ, be my breath,
My birthing, laughing, crying, death
Bridging chasms, spanning souls
Make incense rise from the coals
O Mighty Tree with roots so deep
Crowning with majestic sweep
Mystical Body, embrace us all
Give your strength to those who fall
Lift me up like a pearly white dove
Lift me up to my God above
Lift me up like a pearly white dove
Lift me up to my God above
Raise me skyward in a torrent
Energize me with your current
Rescue me from atrophy
Lift me up in harmony
Lift me up like a pearly white dove
Lift me up to my God above
Lift me up like a pearly white dove
Lift me up to my God above
Raise me skyward in a torrent
Energize me with your current
Rescue me from atrophy
Lift me up in harmony
Now I vow to reach up higher
Never mind the pain or fire
Break the shackles, break the sword,
I'm taken by you, Lord!
2007 version:
Lifting
7th Movement, Hungry for Heaven
Raise me skyward in a torrent
Energize me with your current
I won't fall, I won't fail
Word poured from your holy grail
There's no doubt when you are guiding
You, my safety for the gliding
You, my hammer, stylus, bow
You, my style and flow
I am everything with Christ
when my pride has been excised
Strongest shadow cast on Earth
from supernova birth
Acting our way
to a better way of thinking
Lifting us up
to a higher state of being
Now I vow to reach up higher
Never mind the pain or fire
Break the shackles, up from mire
I take you as my sire
Rolling flesh, cascading breath
birthing, laughing, crying, death
Bridging chasms, spanning souls
Don't let hope die in the shoals
Innocence destroyed in youth
Satisfied to be uncouth
Potential wasted in the hustle
Something broken in the tussle
Mighty tree with roots commingled
Some caressing, some all tangled
Roots and flowers, endless branching
Thorns that pierced now used for stanching
Master gardener sows the way
Rushing wind will prune decay
Hunger never so acute
Life eternal from good fruit
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