The Eagle and the Sparrow
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I feel the wind as he rushes by;
A hurricane flow as the eagle flies;
He majestically soars to ramparts high;
Surely, he is the King of the Sky!

And I sit on my own small limb,
The soaring heights beyond my ken,
Quietly I perch on the branch so narrow,
Reminded again:  I am only a sparrow.

I look again at the King aloft,
But, to me, his visage is soft;
Though to the world he is harsh and strong,
I am sure that they are wrong.

The King, you see, has a kindly side;
His love for all is a beautiful sight;
It will inspire me to the end;
For, you see, he is my friend.

To be loved by one of such grand design;
Is the greatest honor of any kind;
So, when I think my life is poor;
In my heart, with the eagle I soar.
 

William P. Green
September 2, 1996
(c) 1996