September 16, 2009
Ones spirit’s often heavy,
With a body.
My soul! it did not choose
This humble cage.

It’s parts were thrown
at random into one.
A nose from ma, an ear from da
But nothing of my own.

I had no means to voice
What hair I wanted.
Or weather sweet or
Not, my smile should be.

My spirit is so heavy,
With this body.
My soul it wants to fly
But it is trapped!

For wings was not I given
And voice do not I have
In which to ask the Lord
My God –

“Oh Father, make me fly.”

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maddiegirl said...
Sept. 21, 2009 at 11:39 pm
this is great, so true!!!
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