Not Like The Rest

We had a choice, sit still or fly.

Sitting seemed dull, at best,
And I knew I would get nowhere
Sitting there like the rest.
 
Deep down in me my courage hid,
But I lured it on out.
Then, with it strengthening my faith,
I gave a joyful shout
 
And rose up on hesitant wings
To fly a foot or two.
Although it doesn’t seem like much,
It’s more than they would do.
 
And as I tried a few more times,
I felt my wings grow strong.
I understood this was the plan
That God had all along.
 
Yet if I’d never tried my wings,
Risking a painful fall,
I’d still sit waiting, like the rest,
And never fly at all.