prayer

lifted on wings of faith i soar unaware of the lions' roar fixated on the shores where my home is in store
hold me up with your words! closing my eyes, surprised yet wise to the way i am carried in the air
don't let me fall! i call to the people below their hands raised high like a steeple to the skies crying Lord
coming home to the throne i land on my knees in a place of pure peace my soul unfolds before me
and prayer becomes the art of conversation