“Gravity,” New Era, Aug. 1996, 27
Gravity
Earth’s gravity pulls my body
to the brittle ground,
twisting weak ankles and scarred feet.
Struggling beyond limits
my joints tire, until they
refuse to hold me upright.
I rest and read of Him
who healed the lame, let the blind
see the sun.
My body yearns for the day
when He will carry me
on eagle’s wings.
I will be in His arms and He will
lift me far from
the grasp of gravity.