Falling Up
tomorrow
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My song isnât sung by angels
Isnât played in chambers
Or hallways
My sound is an anxious tapping
Itâs a restless moving
Always, always, always
My place isnât in this building
There are no golden ceilings
That stand tall
My place is a dream thatâs failing
It is broken and waiting
to fall, to fall, to fall
Oh Lord Jesus
Iâm still trying
Wait for me
I stay today
And Iâll run tomorrow
But I know you wait for me