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My Call To Fly
by Deborah Ann Belka On my perch, I sit and wait, for my call to fly. And while I wait, I contemplate where the winds shall carry me. Should I be taken across the sea, I would fly above each storm. And find my way into His arms, where He'll keep me safe and warm. If the winds were to take me, to the highest mountaintop. I would rise in His mighty love, and that is where I'd stop. But, if my call to fly takes me, into the lowest valley floor. I would trust that He'd help me, to spread my wings and soar. I sit upon my perch, a sparrow with trusting wings. And know that I will climb above, whatever wind, that He brings! Copyright 2019 Deborah Ann Belka [email protected] www.hiswingsshadow.com http://poetrybydeborahann.wordpress.com/ TO GOD BE THE GLORY! Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |