UPON AN EAGLES WINGS I SOAR
MY SORROWS ARE NO MORE
MY EAGLE IS OF PURE WHITE
HIS POWER MAKES THINGS RIGHT
AS HE SOARS AND FLIES
I SEE WITH HIS EYES
HE ALERTS ME OF DANGER
TO ME; HE IS NO STRANGER
WITH HIS EYES I SEARCH AND SEARCH
THE EAGLE SITS MIGHTY UPON HIS PERCH
OPENING THE FLOODGATES OF HEAVEN
EATING THE BREAD OF LIFE THAT IS LEAVEN
TAKING A DRINK OF THE LIVING WATERS
WITH IT I SHALL NEVER FALTER
PRAYING THY HOLY FATHER'S SPIRIT TO RAIN DOWN
HOPING WITHIN THE EARTH EVERY SOUL IT SHALL BE FOUND
DOWN UPON THE EARTH IT RAINS
REMOVING THE TEARS AND PAINS
GIVING THE MESSAGE OF IT'S NEW DAY
UPON THE CROSS YOUR SINS YOU MUST LAY
FIND YOUR PEACE & JOY UPON THE PERFECT ROSE
FOR EACH DAY THY HOLY FATHER'S LOVE GROWS
ONE DAY EVERYONE SHALL BE ON BENDED KNEE
TO HONOR THE ONE THAT SET US ALL FREE
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