The little eagle listened well;
He knew he must prepare.
To face the storm that soon would come,
He whispered a quick prayer.
His father said, "Be not afraid
To face storm winds that blow.
For with each frightful windy blast,
Much higher you will go."
"Surrender to the mighty wind;
Lift up your wings and soar.
Do not retreat; with courage seek
To rise where ne'er before."
The eaglet lifted high his wings
As wind commenced to blow.
His father said, "Now follow me
As upward we must go."
Diving into the raging wind,
He lifted high in flight;
Rising to new heights above,
He soon was out of sight.
Soaring into the heavens, he flew,
Strong wind beneath his wings.
He learned his Heavenly Father
Would use storms to bring blessings.
He learned when tribulation blows,
You'll soar on wings of grace.
God's love will lift you o'er the storm,
Each trial that you face.
With wings of faith you'll face each storm
With confidence and sing.
Uplifted high by winds of love,
New blessings God will bring.
Copyrighted by Linda J. Stevenson.
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