Is it real, is it not Does it fly, does it walk I know I'd like to talk to one
Do I hear the brush of wings Or just the flutter my heart sings Oh the comfort that it brings to me
I have friends in high places Assurance of home, there's a hedge all around me Every step is foreknown By the one who is watching He loves His own Friends in high places Surrounding the throne
In the garden on the cross A battle waged for the lost In His blood I am washed forever
He has won, I'm purified I'm protected through the night He's coming back for me, His bride I'm ready
