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Ride The Wind
Rise up and ride the wind, dear child,
Soar high on eagles' wings;
Though it blow fierce; though it be mild,
Rise above all that it brings.

Do not be blown here or there by the winds
Of false teaching; cunning and lies;
Resist temptations dished up by hell's fiends
No matter how hard they might try.

Rise high above the things of this earth,
Don't yearn for what lies below;
Nothing down there has eternal worth
So leave it behind; let it go.

Hope in the Lord and you will be strong -
On eagles' wings you will soar;
Able to overcome sin and wrong
And fit to fight in God's war.

© by Belinda Van Rensburg