After many days of battle,
Someday along life's journey,
We'll pause for a while and
take a rest beneath the ground.
But our destination is not six feet
underground, but high, above and beyond
the skies of blue. We live not for pleasure
not for the grave, but for the skies
Our enemy is strong and fierce,
But compared to the power that works
in and for us, he is outmatched.
Still, he must never be underestimated.
By all means, keep fit and only carry what's necessary
for the flight, unnecessary burdens slow progress.
But regardless of turbulence, our creed remains,
all for the skies x2 till we patch in His hands,
Ogolla Enock - 19th April 2023
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