Color Music Children's Choir - You Raise Me Up Lyrics
Lyrics
When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary
When troubles come and my heart burdened be
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence
Until you come and sit awhile with me
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be
There is no life - no life without its hunger
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly
But when you come and I am filled with wonder
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be
You raise me up to more than I can be
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"You Raise Me Up" - cover by COLOR MUSIC Children's Choir
Meaning & Inspiration
The song "You Raise Me Up," as rendered here by the Color Music Children's Choir, functions as a curiosity in the liturgical life of the contemporary church. It sits in that gray space between horizontal human comfort and vertical divine dependency. Because the object of the lyrics is never explicitly named, the listener is left to determine whether they are singing to a friend, a spouse, or the Almighty. If we treat these lyrics as a creed—as a statement of faith—we have to ask: what is the nature of this "raising"?
The line, "I am strong, when I am on your shoulders," is particularly arresting. In a theological sense, this is a dangerous metaphor if it suggests that our strength is merely a borrowed appendage. If we are relying on the "shoulders" of another to stand, we are describing a precarious sort of vicarious existence. Yet, if we pivot to the Imago Dei, we might argue that we are created to be dependent. Human autonomy is often a myth we tell ourselves to mask our ontological frailty. We are not self-sustaining creatures. To be "on the shoulders" of the Creator is to acknowledge that our posture before the world is only made possible by the upholding hand of the one who sustains the universe by his word (Hebrews 1:3).
However, I find myself struggling with the phrase "You raise me up to more than I can be." As a matter of doctrine, this warrants caution. Are we being raised to be "more" than our created nature? Or are we being raised to finally be what we were intended to be? Sanctification is not about becoming a superhuman or ascending to a divine status that was never ours. It is about the restoration of the corrupted image. If the song implies that God grants us some extra-human power, we are veering toward Gnosticism. But if it implies that Grace restores the broken capacity of a human soul to function as a reflection of its Maker, then there is a sturdy truth here.
There is a distinct tension in the way these children sing it. There is an innocence that cuts through the vague, pop-ballad composition. It forces the listener to confront the silence mentioned in the first verse. "I am still and wait here in the silence" is perhaps the most biblical moment in the text. Psalm 46:10 commands us to be still, not as a meditative technique to empty the mind, but as an act of surrender to the sovereignty of God.
I am left wondering if this song is actually as uplifting as it claims to be. If the "You" is merely a crutch for our temporary emotional fatigue, it lacks the weight of the Gospel. Propitiation—the turning away of God's wrath through Christ—is the only mechanism that truly "raises" a person from the deadness of sin. If this song is just about feeling better, it is fragile. But if it is about the creature finding its only true vantage point atop the stability of the Creator, then the song moves from a sentimental ditty to a confession of total reliance. We are not "more" than we can be; we are finally, mercifully, being made whole.