A Heart to Fly

A Heart to Fly  

   

      Oh that we would heed

The lesson of the birds.

Those little fearless feathery flecks

High up in the sky.

Soaring upwards, they soar onwards

Despite the winds up high.

They press towards, always forwards,  

In the raging storms.   

In the sleet and snow, they sing

The darkest night reforms.

How is it that these little puffs of fluff,

Have the heart to fly?

Despite the thunder and the height,

Of the dangerous skies?

How do these things, so frail,

Have the bravery to soar?

How can they, despite their size,

Meet the thunder’s roar?

Could it be they fly because,

                 They trust in their Creator?

Who far exceeds our every doubt,

And is by far much greater?

"Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.... By faith we understand that the universe was formed at God’s command, so that what is seen was not made out of what was visible. ..." ~Hebrews 11 

Sorry for the delay in posting, y'all. Life has just been catching up on me lately.

 ~The Scribbler in the Attic