Niger

Bolting true, a spear is cast,
To slice through air in space,
To separate the Call of life
From others in the race,

And thus direct a mission pure,
To be all that one can,
To take to new horizons,
And live of greater span,

And where it rests at end of day,
No one will ever know,
Unless one grasps the feathers,
And follows it below,

And gives up will for God on high,
To let Him take us there,
To trust and thus restore of faith,
And peace as a Dove in air.