Take Me Higher
Take Me Higher
A rush of wind, morning breeze the fresh cool air speaks to me,
hands lifted to the heavens pulling at the air come sweet Holy Spirit
I feel you there.
Waves of heaven rush in, they clash my soul HALLELUJAH peace unspeakable,
Joy untold.
Higher, higher take me higher still until your presence is all I feel.
Higher, higher take me higher till my cup overflows and all that’s broken does heal.
Deanna Malone
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