By William Thorpe

I glory in the word freedom

Now that’s meant to be

Holding pity with emotions

Of my joy set free

Only to believe in things I cannot see,

I am the second son of the son

Spring out from heaven,

I am that light in the midst of Eden

Where the breads are leaven,

Coming as the summer’s warmth

Standing between trees,

I stand before the beauty of my departure

Gibing god thanks on my knees,

I give up what I cannot keep

Only to gain what I cannot lose,

To see the color of rainbows run

Beneath the clouds, and of blessings

I cannot chose.