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