The Hawk
The Hawk
The hawk takes flight every morning and visits us with his song
Floating on the invisible spirit that reminds us we all belong
To a vast ocean of eternity that we are only a drop
He soars above our turmoil and says the hate must stop
Let’s spread our wings and soar with him and rise above our fear
And glide trough life with vision and behind God’s eyes see clear
With unwavering faith Gods the air beneath his wings
And gave us His only Son who became the King of Kings
Who brought God’s word to flesh and suffered so we may live
Lets join the hawk in flight and unto God we all must give
10/10/11
Copyright 2011
Copyright © Rick Monachello | Year Posted 2011
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