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Wings
by A. Paige White Flying up to heaven on wings I cannot see
Ropes and chains, unraveled, rusted, bondages severed
beauty's soaring free
Everything, everything is more than what we see.
Oh my son, my beloved son
The sun has hid His face for a space of time
to send tears as a sweet summer rain
Near to the broken, brokenhearted, here the refrain
Great things birth through great pain
New life! Always! If you will but so choose
Thru gates of strife, peace is born
just as a newborn babe
Set your heart to learn and truly understand.
The sun is yet a shining
though in pain you're given blessed refining
It is a hope and no surer promise given
by He who gives both sun and rain.
07/29/2006
Author's Note: For Jarrod.
Posted on 07/29/2006
Copyright © 2024 A. Paige White
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