I was not made a butterfly
To flit and float across your sky,
To flirt with worry and with strife,
Let doubt or fear into my life.
Tossed by every blowing wind
Of pleasing words or false doctrine,
Tiny and frail, and easily led —
This could have been, and yet instead ...
An eagle’s wings you’ve given me,
A mountain view, a path to see,
A call to climb to greater heights
To fly by faith and not by sight.
A piercing gaze, a steady eye,
A glory crown, a victory cry.
I have also a fortressed nest;
The Rock, the tower of your rest.
(repeat)
I praise you, Lord, for peace in me
And for your whisper,
“ ...soar with Me.”
Music playing
is “On Eagle’s Wings,”
also played at Jim’s funeral.
More Photos have been added to this memorial tribute. See Page 2 / Page 3 OR Slideshows.
Afterglow I’d
like the memory of me |
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