Content to stay in the safety of the chrysalis,
Only dreaming of flight,
I could not be taught there.
The hatching was a battle.
Forgetting the promise of flight, I prayed for it to pass quickly,
But struggle strengthens wings
Even with wings, I sometimes forgot flying
And crawled like a caterpillar, mucked in the mud
As if I had no choice
I, as a new creature, was meant to soar,
Not in the clouds where earth is forgotten,
But among the flowers.
My name comes from the king
So I can’t help but head towards the warmth of my home
Finding my course by listening to the His gentle voice inside
My father’s wings are like Eagle’s wings--strong,
Mine like gossamer,
Needing His protection to weather the storm, to keep on flying.
No, I didn’t learn flying from a book or even by watching others
(Though catching some hope of flight)
But by the power of His love, weakened not by events on the ground.
By His help, I can realize the power of my purpose
To color the sky with my wings,
Gathering His seed wherever I go,
Birthing the hope of His bloom where I land.
Psalm 63: 7Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.