Pastor Chingtok Ishaku - Carry Me Lyrics

Lyrics

Carry me 

Upon the wings of your spirit

Carry me

Jesus Carry me


I am broken and I’m weightless

Open and I’m yielded

Carry me 

Jesus Carry me


Call: Who shall ascend the 

Response: Who shall ascend the hill 

Call: Only he that has

Response: Only he that has clean hands and a pure heart.

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Meaning & Inspiration

Pastor Chingtok Ishaku has a way of stripping away the noise of modern worship to get right to the raw, needy center of our relationship with God, and his 2019 song Carry Me captures that desperation perfectly. It is not a polished anthem for the stage; it is a prayer whispered in the dark when you have run out of your own strength. When he asks the Lord to carry him on the wings of His Spirit, he is acknowledging that the Christian walk is impossible to sustain through sheer willpower. It recalls Isaiah 40:31, where those who wait on the Lord find their strength renewed, soaring like eagles rather than collapsing under the gravity of their own efforts.

The vulnerability in the line, "I am broken and I’m weightless," is striking because it describes the exact state of surrender God requires. To be "weightless" is to be devoid of self-reliance, having dropped the baggage of our own identity and control. It is the posture of a child lifted into the arms of a parent. This aligns with the invitation in Matthew 11:28, where Jesus tells those who are weary and burdened to come to Him for rest. When we are fully "yielded," we stop trying to dictate the direction of our lives and instead allow the Holy Spirit to set the course.

The song shifts gears by pulling us into the holiness of God through the call and response echoing Psalm 24:3-4. By asking "Who shall ascend the hill," Ishaku forces us to confront our own lack of qualification. The answer is blunt and convicting: only those with clean hands and a pure heart. This is the pivot point of the song. We cannot ascend the mountain of God on our own merits because our hands are rarely clean and our hearts are prone to drift. Therefore, we do not climb; we are carried. We rely on the finished work of Christ to bridge the gap that our own performance never could. True worship isn't about us reaching the heights of heaven through spiritual gymnastics, but about realizing that our only hope of ascent is being lifted by the One who has already conquered the hill for us.

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