Flight

I would sing in the face of fears, When about my feet they throng; I would pass them by with a heart that drips A hymn of joy from my eager lips; For fear cannot live for long-- With song!

I would lift my eyes to the stars, Though my path be laid through mire; And looking up to the Heavenly doors, My feet shall follow my soul that soars Up, up--ever high and higher-- Nor tire!

I would open my windows wide,-- When caged seems this heart of mine,-- To the sun and sky and Heaven’s wind sweeping through, That my soul shall rise till I breast the blue, And the freedom of Life Divine-- Is mine!