[50 words]
The eagle sweeps across the sky,
Wind under its wings and opened breast.
It glides upon the current, high
Above the earth, for food and rest.
Wait, wait upon the Lord,
Renew your strength where the Spirit blows;
Your soaring faith its own reward,
The quiet heights for your repose.
J. Randal Matheny
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