High upon the cold stone, the nest lies still,

Amid ancient rocks, where creation delights.

A falcon stands guard, eyes on the endless sky,

Protecting his young, a divine gift on high.

I see the pelican fly, unaware as it may,

But the falcon rises, sharp senses at play.

With a perfect dive, he drives it away,

For God made him protector, steady as day.

A serpent creeps close, sly and unseen,

But the falcon returns, on vigilant keen.

With precise talons, danger is tossed,

And in a final strike, the threat is lost.

(Chorus)

Oh, Lord of heavens, in Your glorious design,

Each beating wing shows power divine.

With wisdom and strength, You gave him his place,

And in Your greatness, You taught him grace.

Each flight and strike reveal Your hand,

Your perfect creation, a sermon so grand.

In nest defense, in home and in strife,

I see Your greatness in all of life.

Oh, Lord of heavens, in Your glorious design,

Each beating wing shows power divine.

With wisdom and strength, You gave him his place,

And in Your greatness, You taught him grace.