Flight of Praise

Perdition, my heart remembers you well

But every time you call to me

I remember I am free

And the shackles which once bound me

Are no more

 

Lord, I would rather be a slave for You

Than a king over many lands

Rather be held in Your hands

Than hold jewels as grass holds morning dew

 

I stand with my arms to the heavens

My face to the sun

I drink in the light of You

And sing Your praises to the skies

 

When evening cools the air to softness

The birds fade their song to a lullabye

I watch the first stars appear against the lilac sky

And feel the world embrace me as Your arms

 

I no longer fear the night

Nor the slow on-set of morning

For night has been turned to rest

And mourning to dancing

 

Like a morning bird I fly free

Into the blush of heaven’s dawn

Forgetting the trouble past

And looking onward to a new tomorrow