I think a window in the sky
Has opened on this place,
To let the eagles soaring by
See my astonished face.
The feel of being near to God,
To reach out for His hand,
And go here angels dare to trod,
Almost to Promised Land.
To glide above my human fear,
To trail where eagles fly,
How great to see the sun, up here,
Polishing God's sky.
It's if I fly with spirit wings,
Above the surly sod,
Race with a soaring wind that brings
Me here, closer to God.
~ Mary Dalton Crump
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