MY KITE BY ERIN CAMP WORLAND

I WENT OUTSIDE TO FLY MY KITE ONE BREZY DAY IN SPRING I WONDER JUST HOW HIGH IT WOULD GO SO LET OUT ALL THE STRING WITH THE END HELD FIRMLLY IN MY GRASP MY THOUGHT BEGAN TO FLOW O HOW MUCH HIGHER COULD IT FLY IF I'D JUST LET IT GO WITH THAT MY HAND RELEASE THE STRING AND MUCH TO MY SURPRISE IT FELL SRAIGHT DOWN INSTEAD OF SOARING THROUGH THE SIES WHAT WENT WRONG I ASK MYSELF THIS MADE NO SENSE AT ALL I TRIED AND TRIED AGAIN BUT EACH TIME ALL IT DID WAS FALL SO ONE LAST TIME I RAN TO LET THE BREEZE LIFT UP THE KITE I LET THE STRING OUT TO THE END BUT THIS TIME HELD ON TIGHT I SMILED AS I GAZED UPON THOSE COLORS WAY UP HIGH I REALIZED THAT LIKE MY KITE WE TO NEED STRING TO FLY OUR STRING IS THE GOSPEL AND ITS PURPOSE NOW IS SURE THEMPTATION'S WIND MAY TUG AND PULL BUT OUR STRING CAN HELP US SOAR I'LL HOLD ON TIGHT TO WHAT I KNOW AND LIKE MY KITE I'LL BE THE GOSPEL DOSEN'T HOLD US BACK INSTEAD IT MAKES US FREE