Wounded Eagle

I know I’m wounded badly,
But I’m still flying high;
I can’t turn back, I know—
My home is in the sky.

If pain has called my name
I’ll take it in the clouds;
It tries to pull me down,
But I will not be cowed—

And when the people see
I hope to hear them cry:
“Come see the wounded eagle—
God gives him strength to fly!”

I know I’m wounded badly,
But I’m still flying high;
There’s strength for those who hope:
God’s with me in the sky.

© Benjamin Graber
bgraber@neo.rr.com