If I can’t go,
I’ll grow—up to the sky
like the trees do;
fill up my space
like the seas do;
stand and be still
like the peaks do—
a nomad at home
in the shadow of You.
If I can’t go,
I’ll grow—up to the sky
like the trees do;
fill up my space
like the seas do;
stand and be still
like the peaks do—
a nomad at home
in the shadow of You.