I learn from the Eagle

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Up above on the clear gray blue sky

There is a majestic eagle soaring high
She stirrs from slumber,and starts to fly

Crosses valleys as the days go by
Her nest she leaves, not in sorrow or pain

But she strives, for some prey to gain.
She flies so high , yet her eyes look below

Her focuss lies unchanged, as she glides
She in no doubt, is the master of the skies

But I see myself in the slough of despond
How can I stick onto the beggarly elements?

Oh I must like a sensible man respond
To the call of the saviour that's been sent

By the power of His shed blood, I will rise
Like the eagle I will soar in the skies

Liberated with power,I will fly non-stop
Yea by His Saving grace, I will rise

From depths of wickedness to the mountain top

NEXT?
Why don't you look at A Solemn Grave
by: Beecher B. Brown, Jr.
from: Woodbridge, VA, US

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