Wings

under these wings i hide many things
like lots of strings,
odd little bits
and craziness.

there will be no flying.
there is no wind blowing.
so sit tight little bird,
tomorrow brings lift for
under those wings,
God gave you as a gift.

Mary's Kiss

my heathen ways have stolen my wings.
God left me a note.
it told me to take a stand
and walk through the darkness into the sunshine.
the doubt burning inside of my mind went out.
i began to pull the weeds of sin that had overgrown my soul.
i found the less talking i did the more peaceful i became.

i was holding onto a rope that was not tied down.
i had an old rusty lock on my heart.
i used God's words like a gun to shoot the lock off
and open my heart back up to feel love.

i got my wings back on a hot summer's eve.
an angel dragged them back to me.
they were torn and held together with pieces of string,
but Mary kissed them so i could fly again.

i used to worry every week if i could survive one more day.
i leaned on the government's of man to do my thinking,
but i always found myself lost and forsaken.
i shifted my thoughts to pick up on heavenly council.
now i'm zipping along following God's compass.

my spiritual ways are erasing all of my pains.
God and I are walking amongst the flowers together.
my heart is light with joy
and my soul radiates from his blessings.
accepting Jesus' sacrifice was the only way to fix me.