Did you ever dream that you could fly
Where the winds lift you high into the sky (1)

You can feel the currents flowing beneath.
Your arms spread out the breeze at your feet

The freedom that’s felt touches the soul
The joy and peace can never be told

There are prints of God throughout the earth
Flying as a bird is the angel’s mirth

Wishing you all this wonderful dream
So you shall know what peaceful means

There is a heaven, this I know (2)
Soaring there in peace I go (3)

By   Estelle P. Shrum

1. (Psalm 104:3)
2. (Mark 13:26)
3. (1 Th. 4:17)

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