Climb by Jake Runestad Lyrics

So lowly are we born
Torn from mud and blood and pain

And when we die
We are so lowly laid to rest
Ash to ash and dust to dust

We may see only lowliness—
No grade, no slope, no hope of a view
The body laden
The soul a burden
The heart unheard in sorrows deep

But we are asleep
We must awaken

Just as Earth in faulted fountains
Draws itself up into mountains
So are we, in lowly places
Soaring into godly spaces
Climb, then! Climb!—

Where we are broken
Let us rise to the sublime!—
Let us lift our weary gazes to the skies

The sweep of the ocean
And curve of the earth
And all of the glories of being alive
Shall fill our eyes
When we climb to where our faults give rise!—