Russell G. Robison

FLIGHT

Perched upon my mountaintop
Surveying all below
Seeing too much chaos
In this world of ebb and flow

Do not dare to tell me
In my flight what can’t be done?
There is nothing we can’t do
Whenever we are one

The answers lie before us
To accept or to deny
No one can convince me
That we all weren’t born to fly

Here upon my mountain
Where my wings and wind agree
I kneel in thanks each morning
For this flight He’s given me