Eagle*s Wings

On Eagle*s Wings seems to be one of those songs.  I like it, despite its difficult verses trying to work in all the syllables of the scripture.  It takes some learning and practice to do so.  A little like I am the Bread of Life... which a number of choir directors also hate (and I love).  So this morning it is Eagle*s Wings from the choir loft.  Off to practice.

I have been waiting to sing

All week.

Today the pickup choir sings

On Eagle*s Wings.

It is a song that choir directors everywhere

Hate,

Maybe only the ones who cut their milk teeth,

Trained their keyboard fingers

On the 18^th Century.

But I have been waiting to sing this song

From the choir loft

All week.

When Mom died my sister said,

We could sing anything but Eagles*s Wings.

Today I will sing Eagles* Wings

For Mom,

My sister,

And choir directors everywhere.

I will sing that everyone

Will be Raised Up.