I’m flying with the wings of an eagle
Soaring up above in the sky
My thoughts are on the things of Heaven
I’ll worship my Creator on high.

I’m swiftly running – somehow I’m not weary
I won’t give up, there’s a race to be won
I’ll keep my eyes on the Author, Finisher of faith
There’s a new song of praise to be sung.

I’m walking while the going is easy
I won’t tremble though the road gets hard
The Son of God is a mighty fortress
He’s my Rock, my shelter, my guard.

Though Satan desires I should stumble
As he sets each trap, to my protector I fly
When it seems I can’t win, and the snare closes in
On wings my Father will bear me up high.

Though thousands around me should perish
I won’t fear for my redemption draws nigh
While lightning flashes across the heavens
On wings of rapture I’ll meet my Lord in the sky.

December 10th, 1994
Jerry Bouey

But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings as eagles;
they shall run, and not be weary;
and they shall walk, and not faint.
Isaiah 40:31

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High
shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress:
my God; in Him will I trust.
He shall cover thee with His feathers,
and under His wings shalt thou trust:
His truth shall be thy shield and buckler.
Psalms 91:1-2, 4

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