Flying High In the Sky

I wish I was a bird flying high in the sky,
Flying close to heaven way up high,
Spreading my wings like an angel so bright,
Soaring and soaring into the night,
The wind catches their wings,
But they still remain in flight,
Soaring and soaring into the night,
Soaring until they reach God's light,
Yes, I wish I was a bird flying so high,
Flying close to heaven and you may be asking me why,
Being close to heaven is where I want to be,
So I can be with Jesus throughout eternity.

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