With Wings like Eagles

Isaiah 40:31 says, “Those who wait upon the Lord will mount up with wings like eagles.” How do we get from where we are to soaring like an eagle? It all comes down to being transformed, in a sense “re-woven,” into the image of Christ.

Join me as The Creator speaks to you through a poem adapted from my book Dragonfly Denny: The Pursuit of Destiny.

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I had a dream that I could fly

to soar like an eagle in the sky

but I find myself so very bound

as a solid rock in the stubborn ground.

Dear Maker . . . My Creator . . .

please answer as I call to You

What will set me free?

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“My precious, treasured, priceless one

I’m the Weaver who mends

your mind and heart

an intricate re-making . . .

that requires the finest art.

It is not a “paint-by-numbers” plan.

Transformation’s a task that calls for

the sovereignly great I AM.

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You see . . .

each fiber that is in you

has to be skillfully spun

as silken gold I hold your soul –

it is most carefully strung

with delicate threads

which I weave on My loom;   

’tis the artistry of My Womb.

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To be transformed will take several molts

(it means you must shed your skin) – 

that outer shell which becomes old

confines and boxes you in.

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So hush . . . be still . . .

glittering gauzy winglet,

let My kindness cover your soul.

Drink in the soft and lavishly tranquil,

let go of all control.

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There are soldiers dispatched

to guard your dreams to fly across the sky.

So focus on fixing your gaze on My Face

and you’ll gain an eagle’s vision

to understand the workings of

a thing called inner wisdom.

Hearing who I created you

to be’s the golden key

unlocking the door that lets you soar

in secure identity.

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When My Purity clears your soul

right on to transparent;

’tis then your heart will ‘real’ with joy

which then becomes your habit.

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The journey to free

comes on bended knee

and is for every one of My sons . . .

each and every one of My daughters.

Your destiny’s found as you are immersed

in My flowing Living Waters.

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As I fashion for you

a strong set of wings

you’ll glide up to reach the heights

as everything in you ’s adjusted and tweaked

and finally is made right.

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So . . . I speak to you softly . . .

Come up here – 

let your spirit soar

in the upper stratosphere.

When I call you higher

do not heed

the voices which call Me a liar.

The ‘crème de la crème’

comes from My pen

when I write Me on your heart.

Denizen of My richest Deep

don’t let what is seen

put your dreams to sleep.”