frances tallboy

Flying In The Skies

As I hear the birds calling high up in the sky
I too want to soar around and into the sky so high
Freedom of the heavens and the wings that make me fly
With the beauty of the angels like a chorus we will cry

The wind is blowing through my hair and on my glowing face
Knowing that my gods shines with his loving grace
Let the peace of heaven shine down from high above
From the one almighty surrounding us with love

When we pause to think of the beauty of the world we live
Knowing that one day the lord he will forgive
Angel of death comes down to earth for the victims he has picked
This is because the devil his victims he does trick

So let me come to you my lord when my time is nigh
Then my lovely lord I will truely fly
Up into the skies to greet you with my soul as well
Knowing that when down below was my living hell

Poem Submitted: Friday, October 23, 2009

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