I so want to 
    escape
    what keeps pulling 
    me down
    to be free from 
    corruption
    and this life on 
    the ground.
     
    So I try and try
    to do what is 
    right
    but a part of my 
    makeup
    aborts every 
    flight.
     
    What is the answer
    where is the clue
    that will help me 
    escape
    and fly faithful 
    and true?
     
     
    The answer is so 
    simple
    it escapes my 
    searching eye:
    Christ Jesus 
    came 
    to lift me 
    up
    for He knew I 
    couldn't fly.
     
    Rest your wings 
    upon my promises,
    let them lift you 
    to a place
    where your heart 
    will change
    in the glory of 
    looking on my face.
     
    Determine 
    what I said is 
    true despite 
    all 
    circumstance 
    and fear:
    your part is true 
    believing,