Flying With Eagles

When eaglets are falling, attempting to fly,

And plummet with speed from the heights of the sky,

With squawking and flapping they cry out in fear –

Alone and so helpless with no help that’s near.

With breath all abated and desperate eyes keen,

Now swooping beneath them a figure is seen:

The plumage of father they feel at their breast –

Their fall is now broken and comes to sweet rest.

With power and grace does the father bird soar,

Above all the obstacles on the earth’s floor;

On strong eagle wings he then bears them on high,

While calming their spirit and hushing their cry.

He knows the small eagles must learn how to fly:

For that is imperative, else they will die –

He then makes a dive giving them a new chance

To strengthen their wings, that their growth may advance.

Surrender and trust are the wings they must use

To persevere on, and to live they must choose:

Beneath the keen eye of their father in flight,

They exercise trust and press on to new heights.

Just so, does our Heavenly Father lead on,

  While guiding our flight toward hope’s healing dawn;

Each obstacle flees before His loving pow’r,

And He stays beside us each day and each hour!

We must trust our Father to bear us on high,

Surrendering all that restricts from the sky;

His power and love can transform all the pain,

 Creating a vessel of infinite gain!

- Keturah