Were I just a little bird somewhere beneath Your sky
And I, I could only reach for You
With wings much too small to fly
Still You would ask the winds to bear me up
And reach down to me with careful hands
And with gladness fill my cup
Flying is a difficult art
Yet requires no physical skill
It requires only that you trust
And lay your life in the Father’s will
So lift me up above the stormy winds
Lift me up above my fears
Banish the night into the dawn
And wipe away my broken tears
Even when my heart is shattered
When I can’t tell dark from light
You still direct my footsteps
And chase away the night
No father could be wiser
More loving or wholly wise
When I learn to place my trust in You
And ignore the evil lies
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