The wind blowing in my face,
A warm feel beneath my grip,
A contented embrace
A comfort never felt before,
Wind rushing through my hair,
I dare not open my eyes
I don’t want this to end
He knows what was,
is and is to come.
The clouds gently open
The sky a gentle blue
The sun a warm protect
Blessed am I, oh how blessed.
Qualms and disquiet fall from me
Knowing he has me
And my destiny
Soaring on to that hill
Golgotha a silent hill
Empty but not forgotten
The garden tomb void
Wings spiral and guide
No longer a weary soul
Enchanted by his grace
Enriched by his love
No need for feeble thought
Soaring, soaring, swooping,
High above mankind
The heavens praise his name
Safe at last, in his arms.
Riding on the wings of the eagle
Weary soul no more a burden
Oh how happy, the word I cry
An almighty yawp
Praise his name, praise Adonia.
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