A majestic eagle spreads his wings, a span of eight feet wide,
The pinions on those glorious wings with heaven soon collide,
His feathers were made for reaching God, they also serve to save,
Protection for those just learning how to take off and be brave.
We are all like those fledgling youngsters, flailing to keep the pace,
We need the stronger presence of one who conquers time and space,
We turn our eyes to heavenly sites, praying for God’s own hand,
To take us to places beyond our realm, to another land.
We soar up so high with wings outspread, His breath will intercede,
We falter at times, but He’s right there to care for every need,
The gates to heaven will open wide, we’ll meet Him face to face,
He’s beckoned us rest in His strong wings knowing we’ve won the race.