I'm pressing on the upward way
New heights I'm gaining every day
Still praying as I'm onward bound,
Lord plant my feet on higher ground.
Chorus:
Lord lift me up and let me stand
By faith on heaven's table land,
A higher plane than I have found
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.
I want to live above the world
Though Satan's darts at me are hurled
For faith has caught the joyful sound
The song of saints on higher ground.
My heart has no desire to stay,
Where doubts arise and fears dismay
Though some may dwell where these abound
My prayer, my aim is higher ground!
- anonymous
from the International Fellowship get-togethers organized by Faith Baptist Church in Iowa City, IA. evenings from which i always returned renewed with laughter and happiness.
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