eagle
He is found in quiet places
He dwells amongst the humble
He abounds in wondrous graces
He makes the mountains rumble
He sweeps across the ocean floor
He calls upon the morning sun
And like an eagle He does soar
Like the cheetah He doth run
He clothes the land in vast, rich glory
He paints the sky with artistic flair
He writes the pages to my life story
With words of truth that strip me bare
He carries me with His scarred hands
He gently whispers in my ear
Of all His great and mighty plans
As He wipes away my final tear
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