Soar with me.
I have broken through the walls of death and despair. Come with me and rise on the winds like an eagle.
Like a cloud caught in the upper currents.
Soar with me.
Feel the freedom? Now look down to see what I see at times: sadness, loss, yearning.
My heart aches to lift these hearts and show them a new path.
As I offer you.
Reach out your hand. Give me your words, your heart, and your desires.
Watch as I mold them like clay into something new and beautiful– something that is mine.
Let your wings take you higher. I won’t let you fall. Instead I offer you the gentle winds of hope.
Rise like the morning mist, from the earth into the skies. I am with you always.
Soar with me.
Songs of joy and victory are sung in the camp of the godly.
The strong right arm of the Lord has done glorious things!
The strong right arm of the Lord is raised in triumph.
The strong right arm of the Lord has done glorious things!
Psalm 118:15-16
Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. All rights reserved.
