Familiar Highways

All these highways
I've already seen,
and I keep passing through,
these rivers,
and these bends,
follow, follow,
I keep passing through.

But tomorrow,
what do we know?
Take no glory in the things not my own,
but I sing of the grace,
that has come so low

just for me-
the skies open so wide,
A Promise of forever,
but my real self,
I'll never get to hide

Hidden for protection,
but bare it all for the glory,
Oh what He's done for me...

Cause all these roads,
I've been passing through
and when highways become familiar,
it's not good for you.
cause where do these roads lead?
Somwhere to no where
to somewhere new

I'm coming up,
coming up to somewhere new.