Thank you Father for grabbing my hand,
Flying me into the great story I am.
Lifting me gently above the land,
Guiding my sight through this flight you planned,
Into the greatness of all that I am.
From this position proper,
I smile to the pun,
Who has allowed me to fly up on,
Into the sky, through the stars, over the one.
Being I am playing your Son.
Thank you Father for giving me wisdom,
Creating me into the great story I am.
Carrying me walking above the land,
Guiding my I through this seed you planted,
Building the greatness of all that I am.
From this position proper, I see,
The smile, the pun, the mystery—me.
Breathing the light, becoming begun,
Who has allowed me to fly upon,
Into the sky, through the stars,
Rising like I am over enjoying being Sun.
The story being greatness chose you, be One.
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