I Used to Dream
I used to dream that I could fly
In the air, without a care.
I’d twist and twirl away up high
And drift and sway from side to side
Like a feather in the sky.
Not like a bird that beats its wings
And needs the wind to raise it up
And rides the currents of the air,
But tirelessly and joyfully
To worship my Creator.
I saw the warm colours of the earth
Spread out beneath me far and wide
While I was in God’s blue, blue sky
Adrift and free, safe as could be
And basking in His glory.
Picture: From an email