Eagles fly high and so can I
von Marcia Tompkins für Silvia

High above the trash of life
the mighty eagle fly's;
no company with other birds,
wisdom does not dwell in herds.

There is one who is wisdom,
and who dwells high above.
Above means ways and
self-filled schemes, above
putting others down to attain
their dreams.

A storm is no problem for an eagle
as he fly's right into the thing
which knocks him up above the
Storm. Lord, help me to remember
in the time of life's storms.

Eagles don't struggle to amount
the invisible tiding, they
simply go with the wind flow,
gliding into it's guiding.

What freshens and impowers
this mighty eagle? Only the
living seen far away by
his keen screening.

On occasion the eagle may
get a bitter meal, so
up, up in the sun he stays
till he's healed.

Lord, Thank you for this fine
example, may I shine a sample
of what you in a life can do.