As I come out of my shell,
And I begin to flutter my wings
With the sounds of love,
I begin to fly with the soft sound of prayer--
With the strong hands of God
Which hold me high.
And as my wings are touched with
The richness of love,
I am encouraged to try to fly.
And as my wings get stronger and stronger
I'm willing to fly higher and higher--
With every beat of my heart.
So then my love grows deeper and
Deeper within my faithful
Wings.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Connie
Sandie May Joyce :o)