Walking where I hear
The sounds of rain
I feel the drops
On my skin
Blurred vision
Tears and rain
Across a dreary meadow
Waits the place of freedom
No matter the risk
There is always life
I will never
Look back
Beauty for my ashes
Joy for mourning
A decaying body
For glory yet to be revealed
A long way to go
Climbing up the hills
A vast wilderness
That requires plowing
Fighting for freedom
Received in grace sufficient
That which I never knew
I had found
Emotions swirling
Spirit speaking
Heart beating
Eyes beholding
Passing through groaning earth
Until New Jerusalem shines
Before me
In just a little while
Face to face
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