Monday, January 10, 2011

On Wings of Faith

















Sometimes I struggle just to stand
And hold my head up high,
I feel so battered by the gales
I crumble down and cry.
I long to soar above the pain
Where winds are all that sigh,
But I am tethered to the earth
And in these chains I’ll die.

Oh help me find my wings, dear Lord,
And lift me to the sky;
If faith is all the wind I need,
Then I know I can fly!

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