On Wings Of An Eagle
I soar with eagles; I reach the fringes of a new heaven, and I taste the sky.
I carry with me on renewed wings a certain hope as I reach new heights.
I discover the thrill of being alive, and though I am an eagle, my eyes failed to see.
I had crashed myself against walls of doubt, but now thanks to a simple butterfly I am free.
Darkness falls fast behind me as I climb...climb ever nearer the golden bright sun.
I see the shadows that once consumed me melt beneath my wings.
I feel not that the race in which I had run is lost, but now by grace it is won.
I soar with eagles; and I dwell in magical gardens with flowers in full bloom.
I dine in sweetness amongst these gardens and beautiful things.
And I rest my spirit amongst flowers and butterflies near the warm / cool silver springs.
J. Allen Wilson 3/8/2009
Rebecca
(((HUGS))), much love, and continued prayers~
As always, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Be always safe,
Karen
With Love,
Cindy
In Christs Love
Michelle~
This one line says it all:
"... I discover the thrill of being alive... " YES!!! You soar to new heights in this one - hope S H I N E S! Well done, my (((friend))). LOVE that piccy.
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla.