And Jesus said to him, “Go your way;
your faith has made you well.”
(Mark 10:52)
(Mark 10:52)
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 the 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 and the brightness
of God is released; and the universe is veiled
It takes determination and a 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 our 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
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 a faith and a cry
They are those who say goodbye to earth's gravity, and defy the
rules of mortal earthiness, with "I Believe I Can Fly!"
(Visit promiselandchurch.net and theexperience238.com.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Services Sundays @ 10:30 am and Wednesdays 7:15 pm
~~~~~Live Streaming~~~~~
Please send us your prayer needs and if you would
like to give an offering online, go to promiselandchurch.net.
Your cares are our Prayers; Bless you, and I know He will!