I was not made a butterfly
To flit and float across the sky
To flirt with worry,
And with strife,
Let doubt and fear into my life.
Tossed by every blowing wind
Of pleasing words or false doctrine.
Tiny and frail
And easily led
This could have been
And yet instead:
An eagles wings You've given me
A mountain view, a path to see
A call to climb to greater heights
A call by faith, and not by sight...
A piercing gaze, a steady eye,
A glory crown, a victory cry.
I have also a fortressed nest,
The rock, the tower of your rest.
An eagles wings,
You've given me,
A mountain view, a path to see,
A call to climb
To greater heights
A call by faith, and not by sight...
I praise You Lord
For faith in me
And for Your whisper
"Soar in Me."
I have also a fortressed nest,
The rock, the tower of your rest.
An eagles wings,
You've given me,
A mountain view, a path to see...
Praise and thank You Lord Jesus, "for never leaving us, even until the end of time..."
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I Was Not Made A Butterfly
(On Eagles Wings)
Words by Jean Erikson, Music by Michael Lehr