THE HEIGHTS OF GLORY

The mother eagle builds her nest with softest feathers from her breast.
She gently watches o'er her brood, and keeps them safe, and gives them food.
They love their nest so warm and dry, but baby birds were meant to fly!
And so the mother starts to teach them of the heights that they can reach.
She picks them up, then lets them drop; and when they think their fall won't stop,
With wings unfurled, and watchful eye, she plucks her fledglings from the sky,
And bears them on her wings once more; then drops them as she did before,
Till suddenly their wings they try, and they discover they can fly!
No longer are they earthly bound, to live forever on the ground,
But they can reach the utmost heights, and view creation's wondrous sights.

Although we have no wings to fly, our loving Lord is standing by
To guide our steps, so He can teach, and show us heights we too can reach.
He bids us follow where He leads, and tells us He'll supply our needs.
He'll never leave us all alone, for He has claimed us as His own.
And when we fear we'll lose our way, His love directs us as we pray.
His everlasting arms are spread, to cushion us as we are led
Into the dark and lonely night, with nameless fears that dim our sight.
But if we trust the God of love, and seek His guidance from above,
Some day with angels we will fly to Heaven's portals in the sky,
And to great heights we'll safely soar, while praising Jesus evermore.

                                                    Betty Jo Mings © 2005