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Where Eagles Fly
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Where eagles fly

Oft heavy is the heart of man

Playing the devil’s fool

They’ll cheat, steal, kill where’re they can

Still blind they’re Satan’s tool

 

To keep us free from sin and shame

Where no one can be bound

We need to rise in Jesus’ name

And seek the higher ground

 

We need to walk with Christ ahead

God’s Son knows how and where

We’ll catch the wind where eagles spread

Their wings up in the air

 

Through flesh and bone this can’t be done

No hope has man to win

It’s by the grace of God The Son

That one is free from sin

 

Climb up to where the eagles fly

Though faith may yet be small

Believing Christ we’ll reach up high

Trusting Him not to fall

 

Upon the wing we too can soar

If when in faith we dare-

To close behind the devil’s door

And shake off every snare

 

Amidst the clouds we’ll swoop and dive

Avoiding Satan’s lies

When safe in Christ, we’ll live and thrive

Beyond the serpent’s eyes

 

When through the Flame we’ll take to wing

Where eagles fail to climb

We’ll drink from God’s eternal spring

Beyond the end of time....


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Submitted: Sunday, March 11, 2012

Last Updated: Sunday, March 11, 2012

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.


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