Fleshless Soul

Spring came ...but now gone

And tonight is the night

I must be ready

Soon I will be flying...

Home.


Spring o' spring came

And tonight is finally the night

There is no more Waiting

There are no dying bones

There is no fear of thorns.

Soon, I'll be home.


O' my tired fleshless soul!

Fly o' fly up high...

Arrive and satisfy my soul

In agape love.


Ah, agape!
{Jah's unconditional love)

I'm finally home...


Written by Fania Simon (Yes ayah, a passing spirit.)