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 Flying
High
Flying High
Words & Music by Glenda Hawkins Davis, MD
When flying high above the clouds,
Nothing spoils my view;
When storm clouds hover near the earth,
Let me climb to You.
Seated in the heavenly places,
Soaring high above,
I will bask in the warmth
Of Your love.
But I will praise You anyhow,
No matter how I feel.
As I bless Your holy name,
Your presence is so real!
So whenever I知 discouraged,
I lift my voice in praise;
Soon I知 lifted high
Into the arms of Grace!
When flying high above the clouds,
Nothing spoils my view;
When storm clouds hover near the earth,
Let me climb to You.
Seated in the heavenly places,
Soaring high above,
I will bask in the warmth
Of Your love.
But I will praise You anyhow,
No matter how I feel.
As I bless Your holy name,
Your presence is so real!
So whenever I知 discouraged,
I lift my voice in praise;
Soon I知 lifted high
Into the arms of Grace!
Whenever I知 discouraged,
I lift my voice in praise;
Soon I知 lifted high
Into the arms of Grace!
Copyright 2002, GHDavis
May use freely for non-profit purposes
Glenda H. Davis, MD--Songs of Sound Doct'rin'--Route
2, Box 4918--Hawkinsville, GA 31036
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