Upon The Wind

The Eagle soars upon the wind,
High with so much ease.
If I could learn the spirit’s wind
I could fly like He.
A river flows with current set,
Over rocks and sand.
If I could learn the Spirit’s flow,
Through anything, I’d stand.
The stars at night, all held in place,
By powers we cannot see,
And every morning the sun will rise,
Ever faithfully!
If I could put my trust in God
As much as earth and sky,
I would never fail to see
His Spirit soaring high!
His hand of grace, His heart of love,
His ever present care,
I would live each moment through,
Knowing that He’s there.
But I failed today and yesterday,
And the day before.
I failed to trust Him with my all,
The doubt has come once more!
When my life’s in the Father’s hand
Why would doubt prevail?
The enemy of heart and soul,
There to make me fail!
But I turn my eyes once again
To see and to believe,
That God is really big enough
And my heart CAN receive…
His grace, His love, His present care
That He has here for me.
Could it be that I must choose
To trust when I can’t see?
And place my hand upon faith’s door,
And live a life that’s free!

In Forgiveness I Am Free

In the silence of forgiveness
I am free
Free to love, free to laugh,
Free to have joy and enjoy the presence of God
once again.
A heart that was held captive
is now set free like a bird out of a cage,
Free to soar upon the wind of the Spirit.
Then you know forgiveness
has truly come.
A body wreaked with pain
and endless suffering,
Could it be the bonds of unforgiveness
and wrath, vengeance or malice?
Truly a light comes forth
When all is taken off,
The bitterness, the anger, the holding
of the injustice.
Oh the light is SO much better
than the heavy weight of such clothing.
I’ve taken it off, all of it off.
No more to bear its weight.
I have forgiven, I am free.
Though more has come my way,
Ah, and I knew it would come,
But I forgive quickly, more quickly this time.
For I will never forget
the bondage of unforgiveness.
I now go in the way of the Father,
I go in the way of love.
Love keeps no record of wrong.
This love that I can’t create on my own,
I yield, I breathe in and now I belong.
I have forgiven, I am free.