Wednesday, May 20, 2009

The Feather

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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