An Eagle Can Soar
Time after time, wicked scrape after bloody fall,
I ask, “How is there returning from this?”
I return to the most fundamental of all:
This world has a place where ruin and redemption kiss.
Yet that is not the most fundamental,
Why or how does such a place exist?
How can shattered, battered, tainted souls be gentle?
How, with so much sin and sadness has redemption kissed?
Greatest bliss, fundamental elations:
Christ has given life and limb for me,
All the while I knew Him not nor saw His patience;
But now I see the broken chains fly free.
And I am home amid the tempest of the sea.