Paper Airplanes (Or what they mean to me)

I'm only a paper airplane,

Crafted with clever design

Fragile and prone to be easily torn

Spiraling up through his air.

Launched for the joy of my maker

Carried on winds of His will

Unlike a paper airplane's breeze

My maker's will is strong

My altitude may rise or fall

His gale will bear me through

Unto the harbour he's prepared

With all my tears made new.