Roaming far below, looking to the sky
Stars shimmering and dancing up above
Am I meant to soar high to the Heavens
Oh, God, oh Father show me: Is this love?
Earth dwelling creatures aren't meant to reach up
And glide among clouds, flirting with the sun
Dreaming of a day of drifting in the wind
But, Lord, let me fly if this is the one
I know I am here, feet firm in the sand
No wings to flap and no feathers to lift
My body up onto her equal ground
So, I'll wait for You, Lord, my dreams, to lift
If there's one thing I've learned through all my years
Is love, without Love, will leave you in tears
((February 19th,2017))
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