Oh that some angel would lift me on mighty wings
To rise above the troubles of these streets
To fly with beating heart in clouds and breeze
Up in the holy silence above God's world.
And perhaps indeed some angel will carry me
When my days down here are done
Will bear me up on eagle's wings,
And set me down beyond the sun.
To rise above the troubles of these streets
To fly with beating heart in clouds and breeze
Up in the holy silence above God's world.
And perhaps indeed some angel will carry me
When my days down here are done
Will bear me up on eagle's wings,
And set me down beyond the sun.
© someburningthoughts.com, 2015
Perhaps indeed....that is our Hope. In the meantime, there is a possibility of finding a moment or two of that holy silence right here, please God. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYes, I wrote this while up in a small airplane above our city, circling over the streets and tiny houses below us. I felt closer to God in that silence above it all
ReplyDeleteThat hang-glide had this element💗. I would love to see you fly😉...
ReplyDeleteI would love to hang glide too!!
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