I saw the eagle mount the wind
And soar into the stormy sky,
Catching each gust with strong wing,
He let the storm lift him high
Above the craggy, snowcapped peak.
Unafraid, trusting the power within,
The might to soar ad seek
Each updraft along the canyon rim,
To carry him ever higher.
Oh bird, you touched a troubled heart.
Your trust did my own inspire.
Even if the storms do not depart,
I've found within myself the power
To use the very storms of life
To surmount each dark hour,
Trust God, let the winds of strife
Or grief or fear not keep me low
But through faith, be a catalyst
To seek the heights I need to know
To make a better world and fears resist.
~ Minnie Boyd Popish
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