Monday, September 13, 2010

A Promise

Mine Elect Shall Mount Up With Wings As Eagles Do, Flying High.
Above The Cloudy Mists Of Darkness They Shall Soar, Flying Far.
Their Cry Shall Be A Call To Others, Urging Them To Fly, Flying Long.
From The Stone Of The High Mountains They'll Survey The Valley Floor, Flying On.
They Shall Course Among The Stars And None Shall Hold Them Down, Flying High.
My Footrest Shall Be Their Stepping Stone, My Word Their Climbing Path, Mounting Up, Soaring On.

Aug 31, 2001

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