Flying High Poem by Sarah Apgar

Flying High



I’m flying high,
But I’m going lower.
God lift me up,
Don’t make me go slower.
I can keep up this pace,
I want to finish the race,
I want to see your face.
Why does it take so long?
This is my mournful song.
I want to be in heaven now,
I want to do my best,
but how God? How?
Help me wait for you,
help me seek and do your will.
Help me be patient,
As I wait to see your face.

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Sarah A 16 June 2008

I didn't actually write this poem, my sister did when she was thirteen.

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Sarah Apgar

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