So many things tried to inhibit my flight
My wings felt heavy attempting to carry my heart’s plight
Until the muscle of my faith
Lifted me high in sweet grace
That I may truly glide
With finesse in hope filled skies
Looking up with my eyes
Unable to see the low pursuit of my demise
And I soared…
While by angels my enemies were abhorred
Because my strength comes from above
Which is why I fly with the Wings of Love
By Deneene A. Collins
Copyright 2011
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