Free at last—oh, free at last—
From all the cares of living;
From storms that raged, from fears that crashed,
The loving and forgiving.
Now his spirit’s lifted high,
In its sweet release;
Resting in the grip of God,
Wrapped in perfect peace.
The chains of flesh have fallen loose,
The weight and pain forgotten;
The old has vanished—slipped away
A new world is begotten.
What his ear could never hear, Nor could his eyes behold,
The gifts prepared by love and grace—
To him, they now unfold.
So let us walk with steadfast hearts,
With faith in God alone,
Until we too are gently called
To join him at the throne.
Dale Lloyd 
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