Born To Fly - Poem by Jeannette Gregory
The enemy made several attempts to rape every gift that God deposited within me
Placed me in a “chicken coop” and fed me chicken seed
I spent the majority of my life looking for a means to supply my every need
One day Jesus came along and commanded me to fly
He rebuked the spirit of turkeys and chickens and commanded each to die
I’ve asked myself this question over and over again..
“Why am I never chosen by man? ”
I hear my Pastor speaking about eagles as he showered us with words of inspiration
I felt these words were for me, even though he released them to the entire congregation
I know that I am fearfully and wonderfully made
It takes time to produce eagles
It takes time to produce greatness...
I cannot allow my mentality to be heated in a microwave.
If I’m to be an eagle, I cannot fly in flocks
I have to place myself in God’s hand and take my eyes off of my clock
I’m prepared to be an eagle
I am prepared to fly alone
No more renegades around me
Their whereabouts are unknown
Is it logical put new wine in old skin?
Can an eagle survive in a chicken pen?
Spread your wings, take your flight
You were made to weather the storm
Dare to be different
And you will never be considered, “The Norm.”
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