Give me Wings
I'm not a very religious person, but my family is. Religious poetry seems to please them and I like to please. Maybe it is really that when you're feeling down you just reach for anything familiar and “safe”.
Give Me Wings
I used to believe little birds fly, Heaven sent
To remind us all how wrong we went.
Instead of arms, we should have wings.
Oh, lament, for how unfair it seemed!
In the depths of depression, his song on my nerves,
My desperate heart envied the life of a bird.
Hitting rock bottom, I realized I was wrong.
For the first time in my life, I heard his song.
Freedom! Complete and free with lift of the wind
Held soft and safe in the arms of Him.
“Let go!” He cries to all who will hear.
“Come home! Come back to whom holds you most dear.
Listen close, for a secret I'll impart.
The wings you have are held in your heart.
Freedom is not lack of fear or the absence of sorrow.
Freedom is faith and the hope for tomorrow.
Lay down your burden and your grounding weight
Put your trust in our Father – all else forsake.
So spread your wings and learn to fly.
Then you will realize without limits – the sky!”
With all the advice and the things I've heard
The best medicine on earth is the song of a bird.
For you see…little birds fly, Heaven sent
To remind us all of what we were meant.
© 2008 Anna Kirstin