But My Spirit SoarsThese feet are planted firm to stand,
The present task is in my hand;
Life's burden heavy on my back,
As tension leaves no room for slack.
This body weak and filled with pain,
Weary from the stress and strain.
My eyes are peering in the dark,
Reality is cold and stark.
BUT over all my spirit soars
To other realms than earth's bleak shores.
Unfettered can my soul take flight
To bask beneath the sun's fair light,
And float in spacious, azure skies.
My joyous spirit blithely flies
And sings a glorious psalm of praise
For all God's wonder-working ways.
Honoria A. Groves