On eagles wings,
Will I mount up.
Salvation He brings.
He will fill my cup.
Apart from Him,
I cannot fly.
Burdened by sin,
To Him I cry.
My heart filled with pain.
Headed for destruction,
Others help I disdain.
My pain is my instruction.
From the depths of despair,
On wings I’m raised.
I know His care.
With power I’m saved.
On eagles wings,
Will I mount up.
Before Him I stand,
Upheld by His hand.
Deane Wassink
May, 2003