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| Like a bird we take to flight, Climbing slowly out of sight. In a transient bit of time Going to a different clime. What a miracle to fly! Watch the miles go speeding by. There's a risk, but it is slight, Every time we take a flight. Praise to God for constant care On the land and in the air. Praise Him for the craft that ply Swift and safely through the sky. | ||
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