Ode to Joy

Ode to joy,

we dance in a fixed Carthage, 

a healed land looks back on its

ills

and smiles. 

Only God can see the particulars. 

Ode to relief, 

we shout in a fixed mountain, 

a healed body looks back on its

heart

and leaps. 

Only God could touch its vessels. 

Ode to freedom, 

we run on a far plain, 

a healed people looks back 

on its

past, 

and doesn't stop. 

Only God could bring them there. 

Someday, joy will be yours complete

and in the morning, 

but sometimes i can't help but think,

and laugh, 

the morning is here, 

already here. 

Only God could roll away the stone. 

not made to be alone, to be alone. 

roll away the stone, 

roll away the stone.