I Still SOAR
I began to soar so high...held up my head and aimed for the sky
The wind lifted me up...I stretched my wings like never before
Lost all fear of man and his thoughts..
Tucked, self under the arms of God.
My ascent threatened my enemy
He sent his storm to target me...
Enraged that I had escaped his snare
He shot his darts up in the air...
His plan was to destroy my height... My strength...my soar.
I felt his breath, his anger his rage..at my desire to fly so high.
My wings stretched wide like a blazing sword...a tempest tossed...we fought a war...
Killed me, he did not achieve.
But in the midst..he broke my wing...
I felt the pain the wound...the hurt..
My soar descended down to Earth.
In the doldrums of despair and pain...my flight was hindered by Satan's sting.
I saw the valley..deep and wide...I felt the terror, wanted to hide...the deafening sound of his taunts they roared...
All Of a sudden I heard you whisper SOAR.
I hide in a cave my spirit weak...my discouragement overwhelming....I could not speak.
Hot tears of despair from my eyes did flow....my wing is broken Lord!
How can I soar?
You hid from the evil ones wrath...surprised...he used other warriors to launch the attack.
The action of murder from any enemy was sin...but the terrible thing..is it came from my friend....
Oh Jesus please help me I cried out in shame...why did my brother cause me this pain?
I grieved and I wept over this heinous attack, the only way I endured was from a supernatural act.
In the secret quiet cave of your love...you bound up the wing...you plucked the old feathers and told me to sing.
Quiet songs of worship..drew you so near. Thank you Lord Jesus for just being here.
DR. Joyce Taylor Moten
Copyright 2015
