What if I fling free from crumbling ledge of mortality? What if I lift off into space, filled with Soul's embrace? What if I soar above the floor of earthling fear? Old world-weights shed by Love's wingspread guiding, I'm gliding to lasting landing: I'm standing sound, on holy ground .
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