Feather on the Wind

I am but a feather drifting in the wind

at the mercy of the Lord

my father

my friend

As each waft of air strokes my wings

it reaches deep inside and my soul sings

I come when he calls

and go where he leads

traveling in his world

and planting his seeds

 

I am but a feather drifiting in the wind

Willing my life into his hands

I bow my head and make not a sound

I float along aimlessly just above the ground

 

I am but a feather drifting in the wind

at the mercy of the Lord

my father

my friend

 

© Lena Wright 07/29/2015

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