Written by: elizabeth wesley

It was my ancestors who gave me
My spirit's glowing flame;
The image of grace, and an angels face
And the message of my name.

But it was all the men I loved
And not my ancient sires
Who put in my heart a flickering flame
And the dazzling rainbow fires.

I always wanted more from them
Than they were willing to give;
But now we go our separate ways
Each with different lives to live.

As the wreckage now is burning
That's found in the crimson blaze;
There shines in the sky’s blue splendor
Sweeter and brighter days.