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Free Of It

It's not you, it's not me
It's something neither of us wants
It's an 'it', an unthing
Soon to come into the light and die
Rejoice, praise God
We're going to see it go now
No longer rooted to the ground
Free to dance the way we've always wanted
To sail aloft against a clear blue sky
The 'it' to disappear into oblivion
The arms of Christ encircling us
Oh Lord, we have been longing for it
I long to see the family complete
You've kept us through this passage
No matter how long the night
You've promised joy in the morning
Beauty for ashes
Double for our shame
Bless us, Lord, bless us and keep us
Thank you that we are becoming free

Stephen Pursell, 12/29/02