From Way Up Here
(L’viv, Ukraine)
I can look down at life,
I can forget about me & look down on this city of L’viv,
I begin to realize how small I am & how much I need the Lord,
I pray for the city down below and what it needs to receive.
From way up here,
I begin to feel so small,
Almost as if, “How Do I Matter At All?”,
I look out, up, down, as out to the Lord I call.
From way up here,
On this giant clock tower,
I wait upon time to pass,
As the loud sound resounds at the hour.
From way up here,
I breathe deeply, exhale in and out,
I begin to see the beauty of God’s created creation,
How he marvels out upon high, on his throne, at every Nation.
From way up here,
I couldn’t imagine being the Father,
Gazing upon all my son’s & my daughter’s,
So many don’t know me; Yet my love is so thick that the whole Earth it covers.
From way up here,
Even though I am one voice it matters & he’s called me to pray,
To act in audacious faith & to obey,
So I call out victory over this city as the Lord’s & believe in my heart Freedom could be theirs.
From Way Up Here.
