Psalm 55:6-8

Oh Lord, please help me fly again

To rise up in the sky,

To slip away from all the tears

The weary world may cry.

I know my wings can carry me

Wherever I would go

But I feel as if they were clipped

A long, long time ago.

I cannot rise above the fear,

I cannot flee the pain.

If I could fly, I’d leave this hurt

And never come again,

But such is not the way of things,

I cannot flee the storm.

So I will hide beneath your wing

And shelter from all harm.

Psalm 55:6-8

6 I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!
   I would fly away and be at rest.
7 I would flee far away
   and stay in the desert;
8 I would hurry to my place of shelter,
   far from the tempest and storm.”