A Hymn to G-d the Father

We are not flying, we don't have wings
You lived in the sky, the ground held our feet
but we were content with defeat

O' Beautiful angel! O glorious sound!
When all our hope fails us, we fall to the ground
are You the one that sets us down?

(Our G-d is great and good?)

We are not flying, we don't have wings
O' beautiful Angel, O' Glorious sound!?

What bonds of love could tie these feathers
back into a heart so weathered from trying to love a world without any love?
O G-d of grace and perfect being, my heart has been content with leaving
I don't think it'll put itself in You!
But I'll run with it! (x23498723498723)
Capture me, kidnap me, steal me from myself, I'm not my own