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!