A white steed above the cloud
Beauty and grace he carries me proud
Shackles and fetters of the flesh
No longer the need to taste, replenish
Behind the walls of pride, sword at my side
Winged destrier and I to freedoms ride
Bells of time did chime Conquest
of the flesh now we climb
Cast aside as the outgoing tide
Left the frail mortal shell
At His Lord's beckoning bell
written by the hand
of
Lee Taylor
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