Freedom, flying on unexpected wings,
Celebration rising as the lost voice sings,
Sweet strains of liberty played on flutes,
Dining as a king on the choicest fruits;
On quiet feet jubilation comes,
The heartbeat rhythm of living strums,
Truth borne in our lives gives hope,
When, spent, we reach the end of our rope;
Drinking deeply from the Master’s cup,
Kneeling down low, yet being lifted up,
Far less of me and far more of You,
This is my prayer, Lord, as old becomes new.
