When I look up,
The blue skies beckon me,
Amidst the bustle below,
An eagle cruises high above
Ever watchful for its prey.

Is that all I ever see?
Can it stir up its nest,
And hover over its young ;
As it spreads its wings ,
And bears them aloft ?

In you I trust O Lord ,
As you hold me,
and quieten my soul,
Me your child
Ever content not wanting more.

In the shadow of your wings
I will rejoice,
As you set me free,
To live and move
And have my being,