When we reach out a hand to one of His own,
And whisper a prayer that ascends to the throne,
Our spirits soar too, that's plain as can be.
I uplift you and you uplift me.

Our angel flies swiftly when we think of another.
A prayer is pleasing when it is said for a brother.
To reward us then for our kindness, you see,
Our longings released and our spirit sets free.

My child, your prayers and concerns have been heard.
I've listened in love to each tiny word.
The care and love for your brother, you see,
Is a way others notice you're a witness to me!

klm 7/26/2006

You are listening to the midi: On Eagle's Wings