whispering of promises to come
but i can't see the path they speak of
i sat for so long,
my Father beckoning me to rise up higher
and i sat for a little while longer
well equipped with wings
because my mind made me confined
and painted picturesque illusions
which i now know belong to someone who lives for confusion
but he can't mislead me
because i see clearly
tell me, how it is that these winds
which in their adolescence were slight breezes,
are now gusts that will soon lift me
create a division between me and gravity
and i'll be blown into a new land
flutter
whisper
soaring
yell
stories to tell
spirits to speak
beautiful release
i can now seek
for He gave me wings
to navigate the night so bleak.
and the night turns to day
and my spirit is lifted away
there is so much joy in loving You.
