I wish I was a kite flying high-
Free as a bird up in the sky!
Wandering & weaving to & fro-
Searching the air to find it’s flow!
Diving & circling as fast as can be-
Just as far as the eye can see!
If the string broke I’d be free-
But there is someone holding me!
Yes, always controlled by one string-
My mate holds it & to it he does cling!
But I am directed by the Lords commands-
And it is very peaceful holding His hands!
No, not just kite strings tethering me-
Only the Lords guiding do I see!