The Flight
by G.K. Elliott, age 14
Whither, Oh Lord, shall I fly?
Into My arms, My child.
There shall my cries be heard?
There shall you rest, My bird.
But when the sky is gray, what solace
Shall my poor soul seek?
You must believe My promise,
Your soul finds solace in Me
What of lightning and of rain?
Of those you shall feel no pain.
What of winds and what of night?
Of those you shall feel no bite.
My frail wings cannot bear my weight,
I fear I shall fall from the sky!
Child, fear not, for once in My gate
You shall not fall, nor die.
About the Poet
G.K. Elliott lives on a small farm in Wenatchee, WA, and spends her days writing, drawing, reading, and singing. She enjoys tea, rainy days, clouds, and using her writing to glorify her maker.
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