With the Wind
He went with the wind, and he sailed on high
He flew on the wings of a butterfly
His heart was on fire with the love he knew
Now he is a part of the blessed few
He passed through many years of toil and strain
In all that he tried through the failure and pain
Joy without measure at finding the light
True matchless glory to join with the flight
Everything is waiting prepared from old
He finally heard the story that was told
The hope and the glory that he had found
All such a blessing, now life could abound
Above the high trees he flew with sure ease
There was none but God, no man to please
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