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If I Had Wings
If I Had Wings
From the very depths of my soul, I cried out to God,
"Can you hear me, Jesus?" I cried.
But the heavens were shut up like brass.
Nothing I cried would get through--Alas!
My heart writhes...
Morning, Noon, and Night.
Oh, 'if I had wings', I would fly--fly--
Away from this desert place so crass!
"If you don't have a dream, how can you have a dream come true?"
Certainly not in America!
This land breeds the Vain, the Lame, the Pain, the Insaine,
And all for Potter's Field.
But I know, "A Change Is Gonna Come".
Yet, when I call to God, the heavens are still shut-up like brass.
They are closed, silent, impenetrable, and impervious to me
So, I weep...
Long past seem the days of times happy and my eyes not shed tears of sorrow.
I am now "running on empty"..
And heavy is my shield.
If God would but hear my cries --it would be 'Like Coming Home.'
deborah burch©
6/17/2012
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