Jars Of Clay

Let the wind fall wild across my path
Even though we barely move, there's no turning back
There is a river; there is a road
Place of holy riches untold
It's where I'm s'pposed to be
Where I'm s'pposed to be
My heavenly, mmm-mmm
I know it never feels right
To let go of the safety we're used to holding so tight
But there is a lion underneath these skies
Though love cries (though love cries)
Though love cries, love will rise
My, my, my heavenly