"Dear God, let me soar in the face of the wind: up, up, like the lark--so poised and so sure, through the cold on the storm with wings to endure. Let the silver rain wash all the dust from my wings. Let me soar as he soars, let me sing as he sings; let it lift me, all joyous and carefree and swift. Let it buffet and drive me, but God, let it lift."
~Ruth Graham~
"And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being changed into his likeness from one degree of glory to another; for this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit."
~2 Corinthians 3:18 (RSV)~
