I'm flying high, looking below
Thanking my God on high
Knowing, where countless souls will go
When still unsaved they die
Is this Heaven's love I'm feeling
Is now, the time for prayer
Is my spirit Jesus, appealing
For others everywhere
Surely God sees the situation
Knows each sinners fate
Men, women, from every nation
Now, and their future state
But who am I, God to question?
When truly there's a need
His will, is not suggestion
He! is The One to lead
With sun above, below, a cloud
Looking around to see
Silently then amidst the crowd
I prayed as though for me
As if it were me, still dying
Without Salvation's grace
With flowing tears there crying
I sought my Father's face
O Lord my God, I'm so grateful
Through me! Your love to share
Knowing deceived and hateful
For others, I didn't care
The change, my God is not by me
How little was my part
It's love, it's grace that set me free
Through Jesus in my heart.....
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