The question that burns is why?
Why is God so good to me?
Why am I so filled and free?
The sun shining all around
Birds chirp, such a pleasant sound
The ground so far below
People scurry as trees grow
But up here in the clouds
I fly with different crowds
Geese, herons, and eagles
Chariots manned by angels
God's peace shining so bright
I'll never leave His glorious light
6-12-12
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