High above in the sea of blue,
soaring with wings finally unchained,
my soul is free to travel the world.
The smoke and ruins lie behind me
and at last, freedom is in my heart.
Blessed is the Author of life,
the writer of this glorious story;
in all of creation I see His hands.
He whispers hope on the wind
and brings joy with every sunbeam.
I'm flying to meet you, my Father;
the world has no hold of me.
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