From up above...

...I see,
stretches of fields
where I found provision,
blue skies that I thought were out of reach;
standing here on this mountaintop
I see
that the climb was great
but not at all impossible.

I stand on mountains of defeated doubts,
all the notions of can't-dos and won't-evers
I stand on generations of pain
the stereotypes and the never-amount-to-anythings.

I stand here with You,
the One who enabled me to climb these heights,
to conquer my fears,
to speak to my trials,
to say, "you don't own me!"

I stand and I sing,
sing of Your great love,
of Your heart that is for us,
of a love that stretches farther than the eye can see.

And from up here
Your glory is what I see.