"You Raise Me Up"
by Josh Groban
When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
There is no life - no life without its hunger;
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But when you come and I am filled with wonder,
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
You raise me up: To more than I can be.
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Action moves one towards destiny;
Inaction denies destiny
Words can take you only so far;
Silence speaks volumes
The profoundness that is simplicity
Is elusive among the cacophony
The glory of victory is no illusion;
Neither is the struggle to acheive it
For where is the place of the meek and humble
Other than the bosom of the Father?
Ah! for it is our destiny'
Would we yet unclaim it?
You can love me, but I must make me happy
You can teach me, but I must do the learning
You can guide me, but I will have to walk that path
You can coach me, but I must win that game
You can promote me, but I must be successful
And you can even pity me, but I will have to bear the sorrow
For the gift of love is not the food that feeds me
It is the sunshine that nourishes what I must finally harvest for myself
So if you love me, don't just sing me your song
Teach me to sing, for when I'm alone, I will need the melody
Reflections of a PilgrimThrough every day's journey
It will no longer be I that walks the steps
I merely follow the unfrequented path
And take direction from His gentle whisper
Though the wild flowers are seductive
And the highways paved with gold
I pray for His continued grace and guidance
To keep me on Calgary's trail
MemoriesMemories, the elusive nomads
Come and go as they please
Adding water, or flames
Leaving lands fertile and nourished, or scorched and barren
Prediction fails against these agents of old
They will nary be controlled, neither confined
Run their course they shall, even
Amok should they deem fit
All that can be done
Is to stand fast, and
Allow the marauding herd to
Fill your earth to exhaustion
Life the fragile flower
Amidst the storms of destruction
Clings to the vine of life
Upheld by its bent stalk
How the winds howl!
The flower closes as it
Feels the lashing raindrops
Browbeat upon it mercilessly
Yet the flower remains
Hanging to its soul
For the storm shall recede
Hearalding rays of redemption
