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No voice has inspired me more than my mother's |
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She showed me that music is a pathway to higher ground |
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I'm pressing on the upward way |
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New heights I'm gaining every day |
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Still praying as I'm onward bound |
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Lord, plant my feet on higher ground |
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Lord, lift me up and let me stand |
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By faith on heaven's table land |
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A higher plain than I have found |
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Lord, plant me feet on higher ground |
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My heart has no desire to stay |
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Where doubts arise and fears dismay |
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Though some may dwell where these abound |
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My prayer, my aim, is higher ground |
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Lord, lift me up and let me stand |
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By faith on heaven's table land |
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A higher plain than I have found |
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Lord, plant me feet on higher ground |
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I want to scale the utmost heights |
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And catch a gleam of glory bright |
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But still I'll pray 'til heaven, I've found |
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Lord, lead me on to higher ground |
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Lord, lift me up and let me stand |
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By faith on heaven's table land |
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A higher plain than I have found |
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Lord, plant me feet on higher ground |
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Lord, lift me up and let me stand |
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By faith on heaven's table land |
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A higher plain than I have found |
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Lord, plant me feet on higher ground |
