On golden wings I climb
into the sky, soaring on the
currents of the winds and
diving down through clouds,
then flapping back up as
the Earth turns below me.
On golden wings I dance God's
glory beneath the ever-shining
sun, while my shadow falls
across lakes and fields and
people look up and point,
their mouths open and their
eyes full of childlike wonder.
On golden wings I swoop low
over the ground, but I am
of the air so I quickly fly
upwards again, until I am
a small, dark speck in the
vast blue sky.
And if I could, on golden wings,
I would dance among the endless
stars, feel the warmth of
distant suns and let my shadow
fall over the mysterious landscapes
of undiscovered planets.
But Earth is where I belong,
so I will cruse its skies,
as free as the winds I ride upon,
filling all people with wonder
as they see me dancing God's
glory beneath the sun and
through the clouds, soaring
and swooping on golden wings.
