Fly with Me

Like a young eagle or fledgling hawk,

I beat my wings and try to fly;

Though they long ago were clipped,

And peril warns me that I’ll die.

My feathers, they have all grown back—

A new hope burns down deep inside;

Over edge of cliff I plunge,

And shout aloud a battle cry!

Seeking for that place to soar;

Thermal layer, high above.

Gliding in the winds of grace,

Soaring on God’s wings of love.

Would you, dare you, beat yours too?

Would you, dare you, fly with me?

Your wings, you’ve had them all along,

And God can mend them beautifully.

Abandon fears, give way your doubts;

The spirit leads us ever on.

Join me in the morning sky,

And fly unto the rising sun.

Would you, dare you, beat yours too?

Would you, dare you, fly with me?