THE EAGLE
A mighty eagle lifts his beak
Up to the skies, God's peace he seeks.
He looks around this troubled land.
Shaking his head, he moves to stand.
Slowly he spreads his mighty wings.
Stretching them forth, beautifully brings
A majestic wingspan, clearly shown.
One swift swipe and off he's flown.
Soaring high above the troubled land,
Gliding effortlessly across the sand
Where burdened humans pass their day;
Rushing rushing, every way.
Oh he sees their futile efforts
To reach the skies with all known methods;
They stab and push to reach the top.
The eagle wonders when they'll stop.
The eagle soars on, looking about.
He knows God loves him. He has no doubt.
He soars up higher, with graceful ease.
Filled in his heart; a sense of peace.
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