Wings Of Faith

Not plunging to its peril
This tiny baby bird,
But forced to learn the art of flight
For this the nest was stirred.

A seeming drop from heaven
It learns to try its wings,
It has not been abandoned,
To aid the parent springs.

Some "test runs" may be needed,
But confidence is learned,
And soon it finds it is equipped
To soar as it has yearned.

It takes some outside pressure
To stir us from our nest,
Equipped yet fearfully we plunge
To put faith to the test.

We too are not abandoned,
Our Father is nearby,
Far more equipped than we believe
He gave us wings to fly.

We often feel we can't survive
The height from which we fall,
But if our nest had not been stirred
We would not soar at all.


"Dear friends, God the Father chose you long ago and knew you would become his children. And the Holy Spirit has been at work in your hearts cleansing you with the blood of Jesus Christ and making you to please him. May God bless you richly and grant you increasing freedom from all anxiety and fear." I Peter 1:2 (The Living Bible)