All the angels
See all the angles
With a view from both sides of the line
If I had not such a blind spot
Would I have a less difficult time
Surrendering my ways
I would hang on every word You say
Chorus:
I'm so far from what I wanna be
Oh I really am my own worst enemy
Please don't let me get the better of me
Take this earthly thing
And make it finally
Something heavenly
I wanna be heavenly
Air is cleaner
Grass is always greener
For the crowd of hosts up where they are
If I could visit
I'd just contaminate it
Why so big a place for me in Your heart?
To leave your glory home
Just to make a broken man your own
Repeat Chorus
If I try to soar
I will fall for sure
So let Your grace break through
And lift me up upon it
