Creation's Flight
With every changing season, the sky has seemed to say
Lift your thoughts toward heaven, come and fly away
Through life there is a beckon toward a final flight
The seasons are preparing a change from faith to sight
And then one day it can be heard seems nature hears it too
The time has come to journey to a place prepared for you
Rising toward the cloudless day on gentle winds to glide
Toward that final season where eternity abides.
