And when at last the final days are
Even now above the clearing of my soul
Trumpets shall fanfare the seventh-chords
Of dawn in the land of eternal victory
Proclaiming all Glory to be His
As I raise high my sword of Loyalty
To be sheathed forever in a common
Bond of trust and filial piety.
Visions of the Kingdom lay upon my
Heart of silenced golden hills,
Fragrant and displayed with a joy
And beauty undreamed of --
There, beyond the mountains of my life
Lies my Father's House the foundation
Laid by His own hands... And I run there,
The royal blue turquoise ambered sky
Completing the evening of my Death:
For I am Born and welcomed home.