I would rather fly than float

Like a driftwood, I aimlessly float,
yet yearning for direction,
and an anchor for my soul.
Till, I clasp,Your wooden cross,
smudged with the blood
of a slain lamb.
There I find, the only link
to my home in eternity.
Then, I fly, in the power of Your wings,
soaring higher, higher, higher,
releasing every fetter that ties me still.
Now, I understand what it means,
to have love and peace and hope.


After quite some time I get to post another song of Simon and Garfunkle, the music I grew up with!

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