Fly Without Wings

Your teaching me to fly without wings,

Sing without words or even a melody.

Dance when You’ve silenced the music.

You’ve taught me that you can live after you’ve died

and that dying daily is the sweetest way to live.

There in the darkness of where I was,

You took me step by step,

out of the night and into the glorious light.

You opened up to me hidden truths

and taught me to thirst for You.

I know now that before I never was really flying,

that before I never was singing, dancing or living.

With you impossibilities become certainties,

the unknown becomes the well traveled,

the frighting becomes the beautiful,

and the dark becomes the morning.

You surprised me. I never would have guessed

Your plan if you had not repeatedly whispered it in my ear,

proclaimed it off the mountains

and echoed it through out every inch of my heart.

I was content to stay where I was,

thinking I was happy

But You, knowing what a sunrise looked like,

knowing what heart felt song sounded like

and lilacs in a spring garden smelled like,

knew I could not stay in prison while there was such things to be enjoyed.

So you became headstrong in the best sort of way.

You made up your mind to save me and I could

do nothing but submit.

Angry at first and then ultimately, completely happy.

Thank you for doing what no one else dared,

for making me see, turning my head so I could take in

life as it should be, life with you, there is no other way

of living. I know this now and I am sorry that I ever told you differently.