Livin’ life without a net,
who’s to catch me if I fall,
except the One, that I met,
to Whom I’ve given my all.
Renewal of the soul,
at the beginning of the day,
quieting of the mind,
as the light fades away.
Nighttime brings its own song,
in sync with the rhythm of the heart,
reflects upon all that we long for,
dreaming of a new start.
Livin’ life without a net,
who’s to catch me if I fall,
except the One, that I met,
to Whom I’ve given my all.
Every year, the world’s tears flow
like rain from unfamiliar clouds,
until, at the first light of dawn,
we hear Your voice call us home.
Upon the wings of eagles we glide,
in time with the prophetic cue,
brought to the place where we will reside,
in our hearts, singing a new tune.
Livin’ life without a net,
who’s to catch us if we fall,
except the One, Whom we’ve met,
and given to Him our all.
As nations gather together for war,
we will rise above all the flames,
in search of the world no man can char,
the Kingdom that fell is risen again.
One vision to guide us
through the darkness of the land,
One truth to abide in,
as we perceive His guiding hand.
Livin’ life without a net,
who’s to catch us if we fall,
except the One, Who calls out,
I request of you, your all.
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