Take Me in the Air

© 2002 by Herb Linn

I don’t want to be here

If there’s no love to be found

I don’t want to be here

If there’s no more holy ground

I don’t want to be here

After the trumpet sounds

Lord, lift me up to your higher ground

And I don’t want to be here

When the walls come tumblin’ down

I don’t want to be here

When the beast puts on his crown

I don’t want to be here

After the trumpet sounds

Lord lift me up to your higher ground

Take me in the air

Take me in the air

Take me to the mansion

That your love has prepared

Take me in the air

Take me in the air

Take me to that heavenly city, bright and fair

I don’t want to be here

When the wailing will resound

I don’t want to be here

When great evil will abound

I don’t want to be here

After the trumpet sounds

Lord, lift me up to your higher ground

Take me in the air

Take me in the air

Take me to the mansion

That your love has prepared

Take me in the air

Take me in the air

Take me to that heavenly city, bright and fair

I’m not going to be here

Since Jesus saved my soul

I’m not going to be here

Since He washed and made me whole

I’m not going to be here

To see the tribulation’s toll

I’m gonna be up yonder

When they call the roll…

When the roll is called up yonder

When the roll is called up yonder

When the roll is called up yonder

When the roll is called up yonder

I’ll be there

Take me in the air

Take me in the air

Take me to the mansion

That your love has prepared

Take me in the air

Take me in the air

Take me to that heavenly city, bright and fair

Take me to that heavenly city, bright and fair