Soar Like An Eagle
September 6, 2011
Made in the image of God
As men we are like the grass
The breath of the Lord blows them
We wither and die
“Do not be afraid,” He says
God came with power to save
The breadth of his hand
Marks off the heavens we see
Waters measured in his hands
Dust in a basket
Mountains weighed in a balance
Who has been his counselor
To whom will you compare God
What images can you find
The world and all that’s in it
Where did it come from
My mind cannot grasp
Isaiah speaks of a God
Who has named the stars
The Lord is everlasting
Creator of all the earth
He does not grow tired as I
He renews my strength
I will soar like an eagle
I’ll run and not be weary
I will walk and not be faint
Because He’s my hope
This is personal
Intimate relationship
You are cherished by my God
He knows you by name
Just as he knows all the stars
He knows your heartbeat as well
© Terry S. Smith
September 6, 2011
Meditations written after reading Isaiah 40.
I dedicate this to my beloved grandson, Wallace. He is twelve years old today.
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