These cloudy windows bright light shines through
These broken floors are firm solid
And my empty plate holds good food.
My broken heart is happy
My broken body doesn't swell
My blind eyes see, and I am comforted
Though, for me, They are sounding the death knell.
Don't cry for me - I am happy!
Don't cry for me - My heart is glad!
Sing joyously, oh, Hallelujah!
The King has arrived, and golden crown clad.
He is here, I am His - They can't hurt me!
He is here, and I am clad in peace, joy, and Love
That fit me like true custom gloves
And Rest is - here - on the Wings of the Dove!