If only I were an eagle, The mountains are steep, And I am a weary traveler. My compass fell from a cliff, My nose is bleeding, I can barely breathe. If only I were a fish, The waves crash hard, And I am a weak swimmer. My life jacket drifted away, My arms are flailing, I can barely breathe. Life feels sacred, when it seeps away, have mercy on me, God, for never cherishing it. **Has God called you to pray for the nations? Prayer for the world is made easy with this free ebook: Beseeching Grace: An International Prayer Collection.
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