From Above
Steven Delopoulos
This tent not mine
My hands are on
If I had no feet to run
It would be a blessing
It would be a blessing from above
And if the trees were never planted
And the mountains not slanted
If there was no more water to part
It would still be a work of art
And in my darkest rooms
I push and shove away
But in my fall He will stay
To the sea I will love
Higher mountains I will discover
From above, from above
From above, I will heal
And I am just a prisoner here
A breath away from another fear
Seasons one day will shed my soul
This tent not mine Him in control
And my emotions sometimes controls me
And my pride can toll me
But as I was sent here I am loved
In the realms of heaven up above
And in my darkest rooms I push and shove away
But in my fall He will stay