You promised me the wings of an eagle
If I would only trust what You say
So, why am I still weak and feeble?
And why have my dreams gone astray?
Perhaps I have answered my own query
Perhaps I already knew
Perhaps my wings quickly grow weary
So I never fly too far from You
So I will stretch out my wings like an eagle
As I try to avoid earthly things
Though they may not be lofty or regal
I am grateful for unsteady wings
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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