Phil Keaggy In Between
I've been torn often between,
Often caught here in between
Heaven above and the earth beneath,
Draw me up where I may seek
The air I long to breathe,
The air I long to breathe.
The choice is ever within my reach,
A more perfect way or a dead end street.
A brighter path into the light of day,
Or to choose the highway of apathy.
I've been torn often between,
Often caught here in between
Heaven above and the earth beneath,
Draw me up where I may seek
The air I long to breathe,
The air I long to breathe.
How I'm longing to give my all,
Yes and answer to the upward call.
Encumbered by the world's own gravity
Well I lose my grip and I start to fall.
I've been torn often between,
Often caught here in between
Heaven above and the earth beneath,
Draw me up where I may seek
The air I long to breathe,
The air I long to breathe.
Lord give me strength that I will always choose
Your perfect way and to follow You.
I'm praying not my will but Your's be done,
When You know what's best how could I refuse.
