Fly Eagles, Fly!

Grace keeps me moving 

and not with striving. 

It picks me up and lets me feel 

the wind beneath the wings You gave me. 

It lifts, it lightens so that I don't push. 

It frees me, carries me 

beyond what my mind can even distinguish. 

It takes me up. I soar with splendor! 

I rise with the wind to where angels sing and chatter. 

I breathe in and away I go. 

It's just that simple. 

Grace is simply about letting go. 

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