Soaring
If I take the wings of morning
And soar above the world,
I’ll look down on restless oceans
And prairie lands unfurled.
I will see the lofty mountains
And silvery rivers run,
The moon and stars of evening
And the glory of the sun.
There’ll be lakes and fragrant forests
To please my wandering eyes.
I’ll be borne aloft by breezes
That waft across the skies.
I’ll see all God’s creations
As they were meant to be.
All clean and fresh and spotless,
That’s how they’ll look to me.
That must be how the Father,
Who watches from above,
Can still bestow on mortals
His everlasting love.
But thank the Lord in Heaven
That this is not the case,
For he still walks beside us
And meets us face to face.
He sees us in our failures,
Our sinfulness and shame,
He knows our every weakness
And loves us just the same.
– Earline Penrod
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