A jet so high and free, as my Lord I pray to be. swift as an angel flying by, comforting those who stand by His side. Jesus, my savior, I thank thee for giving me a sign. The trail of smoke that the jet leaves behind, reminds me of the strait and narrow road. As I see the trail of smoke I put my fingers to the sky. Only an eighth of an inch I fathom how wide. Far to small for me to go, far to long I went alone. Jesus wants me to see this truth, that I can’t do it alone-as I go into my manhood from my youth. Being purified through the fire, till the day I’m face to face with an understanding of my faith. I climb I climb, how long I climb to meet the Lord so high and divine. Now I see how kind the Lord can be, the smoke is His arms stretching out for me. The Glory of God was there, And Jesus touched me with grace and loving care.

I go now to find that place were the Lord leads me to be.

                                                         By:  Brian Aros

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