The upward way

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.”

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.

My heart has no desire to stay
Where doubts arise and fears dismay;
Though some may dwell where those abound,
My prayer, my aim, is 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.

I want to scale the utmost height
And catch a gleam of glory bright;
But still I’ll pray till Heav’n I’ve found,
“Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.”

- Johnson Oatman

My heart's cry is that every day the Savior of my soul would lead me to higher ground. 

He's showing me who I am. I am blessed.

He's poking my nest. I am going home.

He's watering my life. I am growing

He's molding and shaping. I am changing.

He's handling it. I am resting.

It amazes me what He has done in my life, it amazes me how He works... His faithfulness holds me.

So, lead me, faithful Savior, ever onward to higher ground.