Lyrics:

This tent not mine, my hands are on
If I had no feet to run
It would be a blessing
It would be a blessing from above
And if the trees were never planted
And the mountains not slanted
If there was no more water to part
It would still be a work of art

And in my darkest rooms, I push and shove away
But in my fall, He will stay to the sea
I will love higher mountains
I will discover

From above, from above
From above, I will heal

And I am just a prisoner here
A breath away from another fear
Seasons one day will shed my soul
This tent not mine, Him in control
And my emotions sometimes controls me
And my pride can told me
But as I was sent here I am loved
In the realms of heaven up above

And in my darkest rooms, I push and shove away
But in my fall, He will stay to the sea
I will love higher mountains
I will discover

From above, from above
From above, I will heal
From above, from above
From above, I will heal
From above, from above
From above, I will heal


To the sea
I will love higher mountains
I will discover

From above, from above
From above, I will heal
From above, from above
From above, I will heal
From above, from above
From above, I will…