“Up where the eagle flies the air is clear. He spreads his wings, rises on the winds and glides high above the valleys. His eye is keen as he surveys the way below. Gracefully he descends, snatches the prey, then rises up again. He is King of the air, high above the storms, majestic and fearless. His freedom is his strength and his heart is at home on the mountain.
I want to fly as the eagle flies, Lord. Carry me to the high places where the air is clear and pure. Teach me how to spread my wings and soar. How to catch the winds and fly above the storms. Flying low to rescue lovers from the enemy. Help me to rest myself on the holy mountain you have built for me. Carry me safely to the land of forever free.”
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