An early morning flight from a dark and rainy airport into the light of early dawn above the clouds became a metaphor in my mind of our heavenward journey.
Upward Flight
Al Vester
Dark and gray is the night
As we first board the flight.
Then up the dawn sky
Like the first birds to fly
Up through the clouds
Those layered white shrouds
That hide earth below
And all that we know
Of old sorrows and fears
As we wipe away tears.
Then bursting into light
We behold glorious sights
Of blue, pink, and golds
As all heaven unfolds
Brighter still as we climb
Where the sun starts to shine
Appearing whiter than white
So intense is the light
As in visions of old
Where holy prophets foretold
Of our God on his throne
There all our trials are known.
Where our faith and our love
For our dear Savior, above
Allow his mercy to claim
And in great joy we remain
By His throne, we will stay
On this great endless day.
Gone are darkness and clouds
Along with death and its shrouds
Freed from sin and its stains
We will sing the glad strains
Of praise for the love
Of our Father above.
Life’s fog
So often we seem like wanderers in a dense fog, not seeing more than a step or two ahead. It becomes easy to forget about the clear, bright skies that shine only a few hundred meters over our heads. Nevertheless, our lack of vision does not negate the fact that the sun shines brightly above us or that there is a God in heaven. Continue reading “The Upward Path”
