by Mike Brownlee

You didn’t give me what I want today,
You don’t seem to understand my plan.
Whose life is this anyway? I’m struggling here and I could use a hand.
You’re taking way too long to get around to me,
I’ve got a lot to do and hate to wait.
When will You repair this broken part of me?
I’ve heard Your timings right, but it seems late!

Your ways are higher, higher, higher than mine!
Build in me desire, a fire burning bright!
To free myself, to free myself, to free myself, to free myself, from me.

Thy will be done terrifies me,
I’ve been around and seen what You can do.
And Thy will be done confronts a part of me,
Who will I become, what will I lose?
Thy will be done, enlarges me, enlightens me, enhances me.
Increases me, gives peace to me.
Redefines me, renews the mind in me!

Your ways are higher, higher, higher than mine!
Build in me desire, a fire burning bright!
To free myself, to free myself, to free myself, to free myself, from me.

Standing on the edge of a test of faith,
do I trust enough to really risk it all?
Standing on the edge of eternity, this may not really be a risk at all.
Standing on the edge of opportunity,
the power of love that conquered all.
Standing on His promise to be there for me,
trusting in His goodness and His call!

Your ways are higher, higher, higher than mine!
Build in me desire, a fire burning bright!
To free myself, to free myself, to free myself, to free myself, from me.

Higher, higher, higher.