In the still of the night, amidst a peculiar dream, upon a rugged hill, absorbed in moonlights' beam. The shadow of an eagle, washed across the ground, such an awesome wonder, captured in silent sound. Then I saw the eagle, touching the stars on high, pounding the wind, bellowing victory's cry. Grand glory and vigor, like I had never seen, a warrior of splendor, so profound and keen. The freedom unveiled, a new essence adored, a mirrored reflection, fashioned by Jesus, my Lord. Praise to the Kind, thus my heart sings, glory, glory alleluia, blessed with eagle wings! A dream I had a week ago, Jeffrey B. Quante IV April 22, 2000
They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. Isaiah 40:31