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.