"Rejoice!"

"For he shall give his angels charge over 

thee, to keep thee in all thy ways."
(Psalm 91:11)

"Blessed are you when people insult you and persecute you, and falsely say 

all kinds of evil against you because of Me.  Rejoice and be glad, for your 

reward in heaven is great; for in the same way they persecuted the 

prophets who were before you."

(Matthew 5:11-12)

It's called Faith, when we soar as Eagles into the wild unknown

and we move in the auspices of the God groan

He wants a people who believe out of bounds and fly with courage

into heavenly visions, like a silent drone

After all, He lives inside us, our God who knows no boundaries; 

He expects us to move in His power and might

We're His hands and His feet, doing His will by His anointing and 

His Spirit, driven by His impetus and His Light

Ah, it's ethereal to climb to the apex and dwell among the clouds, 

high above the snake line, up where noise is quelled

Glory lingers there, when Angels change shifts; the brightness

of God is released; and the universe is veiled

It takes determination and a strong Warrior mentality to fly while

others are grounded, but the altitudes are beckoning

Someone has to yield to the winds, the call, and the whispers of

Almighty God, who wants a Moses-like reckoning

Who will meet Him in the high places and plead for the souls, 

between God's face and His fury to behold

Oh, it's the one who isn't afraid of heights, but rises to the bidding,

and bows to be exalted, by the Holy hand untold

It's a waltz amid the storm clouds, and a whirl with lightnings and 

thunder, as the flight reaches the One with power

He welcomes His "dust," who dared to leave earth behind, for a 

saunter in the heavens in this darkened hour

The faint of heart can't do it; for it's a lonely climb above ozone to

destinies of wonder, out of knowledge and mind

Only the rabid hungry will forge the great unknown, to find the 

dream's Creator, and sit down with Him to dine

The one who sits at His feet, and talks with Him in the moonlight,

knows of that place, past the planets and stars

It's the Holy ground above the second heaven, where the Angels

fight the devils, and win our prayer wars

So, fly, you venturing warrior, with your cape of protection from

Your God, who woos you to let your faith go

He's the Lord of your journey, riding a white horse, clothed in red,

and in His hand are Glory, an arrow, and a bow

He says, "Come up hither," and His breath pulls you to His side in

a whoosh of ethereal splendor, too mighty to explain

You're propelled like the speed of Light through the sound barrier,

with only silence, and distant Angelic refrains

And the Angels sing their chorus of a song you've never heard;

it's reserved for those with faith and a right choice

They are those who say goodbye to earth's Sins, who defy the 

evils of earth, and in the face of death, "Rejoice!"

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