Storms Bring Out The Eagles

My brother's friend gave him this on a printed paper and I thought it'd be good that I post it here so that I can read it through over and over again:

"Storms Bring Out The Eagles, But the Little Birds Take Cover"

When the "storms of life"
Gather darkly ahead,
I think of these wonderful words
I once read.

And I say to myself
As "threatening clouds" hover,
Don't "fold up your wings"
And "run for cover".

But like the eagle,
"Spread wide your wings"
And "soar far above"
The troubles life brings.

For the eagle knows
That the higher he flies,
The more tranquil and brighter
Become the skies.

And there is nothing in life
God ever asks us to bear
That we can't soar above
"On the wings of prayer".

And in looking back over
The "storm you passed through",
You'll find you gained strangth
And new courage, too.

For in facing "life's storms"
With an eagle's wings,
You can fly far above
Earth's small, petty things.

~Helen Steiner Rice~