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| I've always been dreaming that I'm flying (without wings). Well What could it mean? Freedom? Accomplishment of something? or merely just a dream? Whatever it is, I decided to paint it (digitally). |
Fly me away through these dead broken trees,
Take me up high and over the stormy seas;
Fly me so far, far away from here,
To land where babes do not know fear;
Oh, I want to go where the sun shines so bright,
Where rays of pure happiness light up the dark night;
Golden trumpets play as the glorious angels sweetly sing,
And brilliant pearly gates swing open, as I bow to my King;
Fly me away to this heavenly perfect place,
Where I can bask in my Lord's most awesome grace.
Take me up high and over the stormy seas;
Fly me so far, far away from here,
To land where babes do not know fear;
Oh, I want to go where the sun shines so bright,
Where rays of pure happiness light up the dark night;
Golden trumpets play as the glorious angels sweetly sing,
And brilliant pearly gates swing open, as I bow to my King;
Fly me away to this heavenly perfect place,
Where I can bask in my Lord's most awesome grace.
~Randi Bard~
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