Be Lifted

The hour has come when the Son of Man is lifted up

He is received up to heaven in victory

And seated in the right hand of Father

People from far and wide see this enlightening ray

That filled the Earth from the love of his grace

Holy hands are lifted up

Meek and poor rise up to soar

To tell the world of this majestic ray

That comes and swallows the chains of death

Mightier and mightier stands he at the gates

And Judgment follows at his call

Ever and ever he will be named

A name higher than any other name

What is this shout of alarming cry?

Is this not the mighty power making the dead arise?

The song that still sings and worship shall still speaks of wonders

How unspeakable is the hour of praise?

When the congregation lifts up his name to pray

Lifeline

The hour is falling, time is running

The air is breathing and makes you breathe

You watch the sky and see the sun setting at the horizon

The day that was yesterday is still today

The night that slept might arouse you tomorrow

This life has seen many things

Under the sun, it has tasted and enjoyed every deep within

Still the hour is ticking and then you pick your toes

Even after ages of walk, you are on your feet for a go

You step again with the same old face

You are after your smile that once brought joy

Over the bridges and cold thin wind

What makes you love this stubborn air?

Where do you see your lifeline ending?

When is the day that you started running?

Out of your hard old self, you find a new life beginning with sorry

There is still time, you are sitting on your chair

Counting your end, how far it is yet to take?

Trying to make sure everything around is bright and well

Things that surrounds you; will you let them go

Will you stay still to catch the next hour of snow

It seems your lifeline is waiting

To watch you return to a new world of hope