The eagle on the mountain top
Glides upon the breeze,
He builds his nest upon the crags,
And rules his throne with ease.
He spots his enemy afar,
And fortifies against his foe.
He soars above all other birds,
And is not prey to those below.
Come, let us be as eagle Saints,
And soar into the sky.
When we can see the mountain top,
On wings of faith, we’ll fly.
Mildred Eslick Garner
January 17, 1992