A Life Well Lived

February 10, 2010
By Anonymous

Cuz I'm flying mid air,
soaring without with wings,
singing the precious song of joy,
surrounding this world tonight.
Looking down at the city below,
counting the seconds of a new beginning,
watching the people as they go by,
living their daily lives as a human being.
Sorry as it may seem,
I look at the world with disgust,
but I turn my head the opposite way,
and I see the good,
in what He has done.
As I'm flying in mid-air,
soaring without wings,
I see the angels greeting me.

The author's comments:
I had a dream a few nights ago that I was flying. When I woke up, I quickly got up and grabbed my laptop and typed everything on Microsoft Word.

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