Glory

Strike free, oh Time,

Strike free my fettered hands;

I raise my head with Glory's cry

And bow to none nor bend the knee;

My voice has reached that Far sky.

Reserve for those who walk in life

The pity, comfort, love and tears,

Time crowns my soul with azure blooms,

I stand reborn,

Windswept of fears.

Rejoice with me,

Rejoice that I am Here;

My feet no longer need the sod.

Look up

For I am marching in the clouds with God.