I don’t know what it feels like to fly. I can only imagine.
I don’t know why these thoughts spark at times random.
To truly be free? Right here on earth?
Then I’ll testify that when fear is cast aside and self removed from worry,
that on my own strength I won’t make it.
That when I acknowledge The Maker. And place my dreams in the hand of He who can take them.
I mean, take me higher.
Than I could ever conceive. Then I don’t dream.
And know– that I know– that I know through God’s power.
Truth inspite of doubt.
Assurance of success at that which makes Him proud.
At that which shines His light
In the world.
Dissipates darkness and communes with spirit.
Better than flight.
This unnatural joy when I