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Choose to Fly
© September 20, 2008, Roy Stucky

Nimbus crags
Dreamers climb
Vertigo
Left behind.

Shadows cast
On the plain
Touch the steed
On the mane.

You awake
Far away
From the bed
Where you lay.

Choose to fly
Past the sky.
Make the Lord
Your reward.
Rise on high.
Choose to fly.

The trumpet call
Now summons all
Who would reverse the fall.

The treasure rings
Belong to Kings
Who sit where angels sing,

We cannot hide
When called to ride
To greet the Master's Bride.

Choose to fly
Past the sky.
Make the Lord
Your reward.
Rise on high.
Choose to fly.

The scornful chant
Their creed of hate
To which the Truth
Cannot relate.

God won't back down,
God won't repent.
The Lord is straight
Where men are bent.

The gift of choice
Lets you align
Eternity
In your design.

Choose to fly
Past the sky.
Make the Lord
Your reward.
Rise on high.
Choose to fly.