Learning To Use His Gifts

Dear Lord, You gave me mighty wings,

But I’m afraid to soar,

My will’s not as strong as my wings;

I fear I’ll fall once more.

Oh Lord, you gave me a fierce heart,

But I still linger here,

For, though my heart can tame the wind,

My mind still quakes with fear.

Oh Lord, you gave me great, strong hands,

Your plans for me, to hold,

But I can’t let loose of this fear;

My dreams are not that bold.

So Lord, I pray that you will fill

My mind with your true grace

That I may rise upon my wings

And fiercely take my place

Upon the winds that you have formed

Without a single trace

Of doubt or fear, for only there

Will I behold your face.