Fly To all the seemingly disadvantaged on this earth; to all of those taken away before their time; to all of those who may never partake of the American Dream; to all who appear to be losing in this life: God has a special place for them close to his throne. As we may someday walk on the golden streets of heaven, these special ones will someday fly above us before our King. He holds them that high in regard. May we love with the love of God, take heart, believe, and hold on to the faith God has entrusted us with.
Fly
(Ecc. 4:9-12; Rom.
Someday, my friend, this world will release and hold you no more, and I’ll see you free. Surely, my friend, in dreams you will run. And I’ll see you laugh, smile again, love again. Someday you’ll fly. Someday you’ll fly. O’er golden streets. Over me! Someday you’ll fly, before the King. O’er golden streets, over me, someday you’ll fly. Someday, my friend, a part of me, where nothing can break this cord of three. Surely, my friend, right where you fell, with sword I will fight until I die, you’ll live as well.