God Gave Me Wings ~ Derry's Heart Poems ~ Living Each Day

I was just a li'l caterpillar
Crawling here along a leaf
My movement very measured
my whole life underneath,
Acceptance tried to reign supreme
in this my earthly role,
My little legs just humped along
with tiny teeth to chew a hole.

Though I would crave of nectar sweet,
the leaf juice here, was all to eat,
To remain the same, was my decide,
to make my world, the smoothest ride.

What I gained, I thought my own,
achieving as I sought to know.
And planning of my destiny
I only thought of laterally.

I sort of wished to fly and play;
but t'was the same, most every day
so to this way, I would accept
I would live it...just like that.

There could be no wings
no dreams to dream;
No height to seek, no craving light,
No lifting up...life passing by,
Just left alone, no answers why;
The real
the now;
with nothing left, to ever feel.

Life was small, what could there be,
When directed in a pre-played scene...
No color, but this grey and green
and wiggling on from where I'd been,
As I carried out the daily grind
Pursued so endlessly.

I could not see, there might be more
only here to work...naught else in store.
No angel wings and free fall flight;
Life, I thought, was mine to fight.

No future, and no transformation...
for however could that be,
When all ahead held mystery
And unknown things I could not see.

Would I want wings,
Could I dream dreams;
Way out of sight, in greater light,
Could I be lifted...high to fly,
Not be alone, with life's goodbye's;
Could I be carried, somewhere real
With more to see, and more to feel.

I began to seek, for peace in life
And asked God for, His perfect light
Then deep within, I knew my sin;
I saw my Jesus, He made me new,
He showed me then, another view;
And replaced my life, with all that's true.

God gave me wings
He transformed my form
My spirit born, to be set free;
And one day soon, I'll surely fly
I will soar above, I'll glide on high
For He gave me wings...
eternally.

Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2006
Poetry from the Heart
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
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"I tell you a mystery;
We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed-
in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye,
at the last trumpet.
For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised;
imperishable and we will be changed.
Where, Oh death is your victory?
Where, Oh death is your sting
I Corinthians 15:51-53, 55

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