(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 trouble 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 A Prayer,” And in looking back over the “storm you passed through” You’ll find you gained strength and new courage, too, For in facing “life’s storms” with an eagles wings You can fly far above earth’s small, petty things.