I hear the song of freedom,
Shouted from dungeon cell,
Glory in the darkness,
God's mercies to shout and
tell.
I hear the song of rejoicing
From the condemned set free,
Beauty amidst the ashes,
Blind eyes given sight to
see.
I hear the song of peace
Active as a blue power flame
Changing you and eternity
To the glory of My name.
I hear the song of your heart
As it seeks the way free
From the turmoil of daily
living,
Come, sing your song to Me.
©1999 Donna Faulkner Pyle