One time I decided I wanted to take off and fly into outer space.

Instead I lost my balance and fell hard, flat on my face.

I guess I am meant to be a land creature till the Lord comes and grants me wings.

Like an Angel who praises God, rejoices and proudly sings.

What a thrill that will be to be given the wings of an angel and the joy of eternity.

What a joy is will be to sup with the master beyond that shining sea.

Until then I think I will not be so stupid as to try to fly away from the Earth.

The problems which that would surely cause me are greater than their worth.

God has taught me patience; the greatest virtue of them all.

When I am given his wondrous gift of eternal life I will fly and never fall.

Wait upon the Lord my friend.  The gift of love holds us in place.

Heaven is beautiful and will be found somewhere beyond outer space.