She stretched her wings
That great bird perched on a brick chimney
One quill found freedom
A wisp of air set the feather sailing
Over housetops
Through the valley
Then it rested on the lush green grass
But a gust launched it again into orbit
It fluttered back and forth, ever yielding to the wind
Blessed are those born from above
Who move with the gentle tide of the Spirit
Who listen to His stirrings
Who surrender to the daily call
To follow
May I every fly for You Lord
May I always hear and obey your promptings
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