If I had wings I’d fly, no lie,
soaring high in the sky
As in my dreams, no gravity
to hold me captive in a world of depravity
I’d see the vastness of the earth
from my flight path see no dirt
only all geography
and the beauty of the sea
I would know what it’s like
to feel the wind glide swiftly by
In sweet freedom I’d relate
to those awaiting glorious fate
All who know The Son will rise
up to meet Him in the sky
Those asleep in their graves
will hear His voice call them to raise
Those alive will follow them
and we’ll forever be with Him
on this earth to rule in peace
true millennial Feast
Words: K.Botka
1/12/09
Author notes
1 Thess 4:16 For the Master Himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of Yah: and the dead in The Christ shall rise first:
17 Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Master in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Master.
1Cor 15:52 In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
53 For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality.
54 So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory.
55 O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
Re 20:2 And he laid hold on the dragon, that old serpent, which is the Devil, and Satan, and bound him a thousand years,
3 And cast him into the bottomless pit, and shut him up, and set a seal upon him, that he should deceive the nations no more, till the thousand years should be fulfilled: and after that he must be loosed a little season.
A contest entry
- make me a bird... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
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Comments
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Quite an impressive piece..well done..
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Would that we all have Wings!
This is beautifully written with a great rhyme scheme, wonderful flow and rhythm! Definitely a winner.
My Dad was a private pilot, and I loved flying in those small aircraft. I felt like a bird looking down upon earth's patchwork quilt while thinking how beautiful!
Luv & Hugs, SisBon
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