Night-Cry Of The White Hawk Poem by Gavin Anderson

Would that I could fly,
As birds up in the sky.
High above the ground,
Lost in silent sound,
Men hear my mighty call.

With my wings spread wide,
Down to the earth I glide;
Then I pull them tight,
As for breath I fight,
And toward the earth I fall.

But all fearing dies;
With wings outspread, I rise,
Up from the earth again...
Free from care and pain
That binds the mortal man.

Man the Earth may rule —
Mighty king, lowly fool;
Leave the sky to me,
Far as eye can see,
And none can foil His plan.

Thus it was designed
That men in Christ should find,
Ways on Eagle's wings,
Over Earthly things
To rise and soar above.