I know the way of being free
Loosed of fetters holding me
To this vast temporal plane
But for the silver cord
To fly unhindered in the sky
Perch on windows stories high
And peer o’er land and sea
Without a shred of fear
Glorious is that freedom given
Yet here I am still earthly bidden
To walk these dusty trails
Yearning, longing more for Heaven
Oh! That I could fly just now
Leave behind my burdens downed
Guess what? I can! Lord lift me please
To walk new life while here somehow
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Oh! Sherry. This wonderful poem lifts me to the heights you write of. Love the imagery, love the tone and the whole blessed verse. Wow!
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Thank you, Carol!💞
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Thank you, Tammy!💞
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