Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

You cannot fly like an eagle with wings of a wren.

You can put wings on a pig, but you don't make it an eagle.

The Eagle, he was lord above

As an eagle stirreth up her nest, fluttereth over her young, spreadeth abroad her wings, taketh them, beareth them on her wings: / So the LORD alone did lead him, and there was no strange god with him.

You see far better and much further if you are above the forest than within it. Mount up with wings and soar above your circumstances, the answers usually lie within a higher perspective. – Daniel Oke