As winging birds cleave in their aerial flight The clouds which seem their passage to impede, And with unlabored motion skim the height, Their goal to compass with untrammeled speed, So does the Word of God on wings of thought Fly to its goal within the waiting heart; Bird-swift, precipitant, its passage fraught With eagerness His message to impart. Pinioned with might it still pursues its way, Cleaving with strength the clouds of fear and doubt.
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