Excerpt from the poem HIGHER
Arise, O' daughter of destiny; get up from your chair. What has made you bound before is now loosed...
Mount my back so we can take flight and soar far above your problems and circumstance...
Falling is an impossibility, unless you take your arms from around My neck and look down...
Mount wings of faithfulness, flap with perserverance, a higher destination is attainable
Photo by RT Norland
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