August 19, 2021
I long to soar on eagle’s wings
Above the earth, above the trees,
Hear melodies the angels sing,
Glide through the air atop the breeze.
The mountain tops, snow covered peaks,
Majestic beauty ‘neath the sky,
They make no sound and yet they speak.
They lift their Maker’s name on high.
The waterfalls that feed the streams,
Flow into meadows down below,
Sustaining life, much more it seems
Than simply rain or melted snow.
Each snowflake brings a gift of love,
Floats down to earth from up above.