Follow Your Path, And Let

Infinite Goodness Has Such Wide Arms.

Behold A God More Powerful Than I Who Comes To Rule Over Me.

Imagination, That Dost So Abstract Us That We Are Not Aware, Not Even When A Thousand Trumpets Sound About Our Ears!

To Course Across More Kindly Waters Now My Talent's Little Vessel Lifts Her Sails, Leaving Behind Herself A Sea So Cruel; And What I Sing Will Be That Second Kingdom, In Which The Human Soul Is Cleansed Of Sin, Becoming Worthy Of Ascent To Heaven.

I Care Not Where My Body May Take Me As Long As My Soul Is Embarked On A Meaningful Journey.