Freedom reigns above the clouds
What is above the sky?
The dancing ones cry out
Holy Holy Holy
Almighty is this King of Glory
we hear the call from below
we who are human
grounded for a time
when will we be free?
The thirst for control must die
The hunger for rule must starve
but this is not enough, never enough
We walk the grass and dirt, shuffle along
The edge of a cliff, drops with rocks below
a no fly zone
I wonder – what would it take to reach the sky
Where joyful bells and laughter swells
Freedom for us lost slaves on the ground
It came, it comes, will come still
Through the only way it can
My lover speaks strong words, powerful
of the only way
through which freedom can come
The Holy Holy Holy, one of humanity’s own
Love in the flesh
Do you hear His cry?
Set the captives free
For they are the ones whom I love
The shimmering one’s wings concur with claps
Thunder rolls back the sky
Gold drops of royal blood flood the earth
His life blood poured out on a chained dead race
An army rises in its place
Marked with grace and peaceful feet leading
The Word powerful on their lips, in their hands
He leads them
He walks among them
He cuts off the chains that bind their feet and hands
scarred and bloody from metal clasps and iron bolts
no longer locked down to the dead ground
skipping through the streams of life in woods and valleys
they help him find those still enslaved and depraved
His joy over the loved ones found twirls in the air
we thought we had to reach the sky to be free
But He, Oh but He
He came into our prisoned land
and set us free
Now we grasp his hand and soar the skies
Freedom reigns above the clouds
and on the no longer barren ground
The King brought the kingdom
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