With strength of steel wings
there is He.
Who made the bright sky
and hears
the child singing high.
The cross prevailing some cannot see
triumph is heard
but only by the few.
The Machos and Magnolias
to busily striving in their worldly games
to let the brightest light through.
The light of the wounds
laying in His Father's arms.
The Three are One trying to embrace
us, to walk us through
our road of life.
So, we can see the bright of sky
Where the cross and the star hangs high
and the Heart of He
who loves us so
is open to all that see.
Tracey L Griffith 1997
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