Words & music by David Phelps


His trembling hands held the

church pew that day, stuggling

to stand when they asked him to

Pray. With wisdom and strength

his words were spoken. but his

body grew weary for his wings

were broken.


But he will fly once again. He

will soar with his wings unfolded.

Hear the angels applaud as he

rides on the wind to the arms of

God. And he will fly. He will fly

again.


And on that day when he left for

the sky I saw him smile as he

told me goodbye. No more 

would he weep for missed

tomorrows. No more would he

suffer in this land of sorrows.


But he will fly once again. He

will soar with his wings unfolded.

Hear the angels applaud as he

rides on the wind to the arms of

God. And he will fly. He will fly

again.


I know that he's in a better

place. I still dream of the day

when I'll see his face. Then we'll

embrace, and...


We will fly once again. We will

soar with our wings unfolded.

Hear the angels applaud as we

ride on the wind to the arms of 

God, and we will fly. We will fly 

again.