My Wings

I may not have an eagles wings,

But my wings still will fly,
And they will lift me from this earth
Where I can touch the sky.
 
Or I may skim the ocean’s waves
To dance above the foam,
Wherever the wind carries me,
I still can be at home.
 
And yet, though I may cross the sea
Or rest in distant lands,
I still will never go so far
That I fall from His hands.
 
Psalm 139:8-10
If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.