On Eagles Wings

Above the Altar of our Church There hangs a large Cross To tell of Christ's punishment For trying to save us all. And when the light hits the Cross I can not help but stare The shadow that I do see Brings to mind the song "On Eagles Wings." The shadow of Christ's arms and hands Are the wings that soar the land And from His body and the cloth drape The Eagle's body and tail take shape. I realize I tend to see Things no one sees but me That's alright because I know Christ hovers there above for us below. And each time I see this Cross I think about the one's I've lost And know they're so much better there with Him Free from pain and whole again. And as the song echoes through my mind I look to this Cross and it fills my time Knowing one day we'll ascend on Eagle's wings And reside in Heaven with Christ our King.