The eagle knows the storm's approaching

long before it breaks.

He soars above the swirling clouds

and hovers while they wake.

He'll rise above the raging winds,

wings set to lift and glide;

no tempest tosses him about,

no rain can dampen pride.

The eagle did not escape the storm,

he rode the winds of love

and rose above this stormy earth

to bask in heaven's love.

So when the storm is raging,

and hope seems to be dimmed,

soar above it like the eagle

and rise upon the wind.

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