THE WINGS OF AN EAGLE
I see the wings of an eagle,
A lonely bird on the wing.
My heart is awed by the eagle,
And of her sorrow I sing.
The eagles home is a desert
A lonely rock or a stone.
And through temtation and trial,
The eagle stands all alone.
And yet the eagle is silent,
She never utters a word.
And high above all the mountains,
Her mighty wingbeats are heard.
Lord, make me free like the eagle,
And may I never complain.
Help me to soar like the eagle,
When I face hardship and pain.
Oh, may I ever be silent,
And trust my life to your care.
Till all my waiting is over,
And I am home with thee there.
ŠT.S.C. 10/1/99
