I WISH I COULD FLY AWAY
FROM THIS MORTAL COIL.
GROW WINGS,
BE FREE.
FLY AWAY FROM MY PROBLEMS
FROM THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE HURT
AND REJECTED ME,
WHO GOSSIP ABOUT ME WITHOUT REPRISE
OR EVEN KNOWLEDGE OF THE WAY I'M COMPRISED.
IS THERE ANY PEACE LEFT IN THIS WORLD?
WHERE IS THE GARDEN, WHERE IS THE REST?
MUST I WAIT UNTIL I'M DEAD TO BE CONTENT?
OR CAN I LAY IN THE SHADOW OF THE CROSS,
BE CONTENT AND PROTECTED IN HIS WINGS?
THE CROSS, THE CROSS,
EVERYTHING DEPENDS ON THE CROSS.
WITHOUT GOD'S SACRIFICE,
WE ALL OF US WOULD BE LOST.
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