Free Sky Poem by April Humason

I was not made to be a copy,
Nor shaped to wear another's crown.
God lifted me on quiet wings,
To soar where no chains drag me down.

The sky is not a thing to own,
It is a gift He gave to me.
A holy wind beneath my wings,
Where only truth can set me free.

I do not need their shining towers,
Or borrowed light to rise above.
The open heavens are my shelter,
And strength is born from God's great love.

I climb the heights He called me to,
Not forced to fly, but led by grace.
Like eagles rising from the storm,
I find my rest in sacred space.

No crown of earth could hold me still,
No voice could steal what He has sown.
I am upheld by breath divine—
I soar, but I'm not here alone.

In open skies I feel His peace,
No fear of fall, no need to hide.
Renewed in strength, I rise and rise,
With Heaven's wind as faithful guide.

The free sky isn't mine to claim—
It's where His Spirit lets me fly.