Wings in the Wind

Battling with the elements,
Bright before the dawn.
Like a mast that's torn away,
On...and ever on.

Borne in wild-confusion,
With determined heights.
Pressing for direction,
On to endless flights.

Wings that struggle upward,
And never letting go.
Toiling, beating, gaining,
Out where the currents flow.

So like...the life before us,
With body put to wings.
For it's by faith we conquer,
And share the sightless things.

Yes...it's how much we master,
And how little we have sinned.
That prepares us for that great beyond,
Where blows celestial wind.


E.P. 1908 - 1989