Karen Lynn Peterson

I thank Thee, Lord, that when I wish For Freedom to be mine, I break the chains that bind my thoughts And put my hand in Thine. I, too, can walk in beauty When e'er my fancy wills I can run to meet the sunrise And climb the highest hills. I, too, can reach the summit I hear the eagle cry, My heart wings up to meet him And we cruise the wide, blue sky. No bonds can ever hold me For my spirit, wild and free Can soar to heights undreamed of When I put my trust in Thee. Written by Lillian B. Johnson Karen Peterson's beloved grandmother