Friday, September 30, 2011

Taking Flight














I wasn’t quite prepared for dawn
But dawn came anyway;
I wasn’t ready for the task
That I would face today.

But with the dawn I rose from bed
To pray with all my might,
Then stood and turned to face the day,
Spread my wings and took flight.

Beneath my wings I felt your hand
As I rose in the sun;
I knew you’d hold me through the day,
Until my task was done.

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