In my soul I’m running free
through wildflowered meadows,
past brooks and trees.
In my heart I’m singing out
a song of joyful praise
to the Giver of this day.
In my mind I’m soaring high
through pure, fresh wind,
gazing down upon the land.
I run, I sing, I soar . . .
not a captive anymore!
through wildflowered meadows,
past brooks and trees.
In my heart I’m singing out
a song of joyful praise
to the Giver of this day.
In my mind I’m soaring high
through pure, fresh wind,
gazing down upon the land.
I run, I sing, I soar . . .
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