Текст: Michael W. Smith. Stand. Be Lifted High.

Sin and its ways grow old
All of my heart turns to stone
And I'm left with no strength to arise
I need to be lifted high

Sin and its ways lead to pain
Left here with hurt and with shame
So no longer will I leave your side
Jesus, you'll be lifted high

You'll be lifted high
You'll be lifted high
You'll be lifted high in my life
Oh God
And I fall to my knees
So it's you that they see
Not I
Jesus, you'll be lifted high

And even now that I'm inside your house
Help me not to grow prideful again
Don't let me forsake sacrifice
Jesus you'll be lifted high

And if I'm blessed with the riches of kings
How could I ever feel that it was me
For you brought me from darkness to light
Jesus, you'll be lifted high

You'll be lifted high
You'll be lifted high
You'll be lifted high in my life
Oh God
And I fall to my knees
So it's you that they see
Not I
Jesus, you'll be lifted high

Oh Jesus, you'll be lifted high
Oh you'll be lifted high
And I fall to my knees
So it's you that they see
Not I
Jesus, you'll be lifted high
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