the garden

  I come into the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses

  and the voice that I hear falling on my ear

  the Son of God discloses

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An Eagle

If you were a bird what kind would you be?

If you'd be an eagle come fly with me.

Come and fly where only eagles dare.

There is a whole world to share!

Up over the mountains, out over the seas.

Soaring high above all lakes and trees.

High mountain peaks our home, the sky our domain.

The winds that beat others down we use to greater heigths atain.

The Lord only above us... All else below,

Seeking His face and His will to know.

"But those that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength;

They shall mount up with wings like eagles."

Isaiah 40:31

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