Oh for wings to soar the sky,
Or view the world from on high.
To sail on currents no man can see,
And live a life unfettered and free.
For countless ages man has yearned
To reclaim the gift he once spurned.
To fly among the heaven's glory,
And sing again the endless story.
When man was formed from lifeless clay,
In one grand and glorious, immortal day;
His future and promise both were bright,
And shone like stars on a cloudless night.
Hast ever been a greater blunder,
Than cleaving God and man asunder?
To throw away eternal life,
For lies and hate, and endless strife?
Still man dreams his clever dreams,
And plots his foul and vicious schemes.
With blinded eyes he stumbles on,
‘Till hope and chance are all but gone.
Yet our redemption is not lost,
For the great I Am has paid the cost.
We'll once more sail the trackless skies,
And bid farewell to death and lies.
