Oh, mortal shell that I wear, trapped within its prison cell.
How long I for the freedom of immortality,
the open flight of Spirit
far beyond this mortal world.
Long have I sought in vain for this freedom of the Soul.
Long have I sought to find this joy for my mortal self.

Who shall free those trapped within the prison of mortality?
Who shall journey this world filled with dying mortals,
yet walk immortally?
Who shall unlock the chains of sin and doubt, that bind all within this mortal shell?

A Holy Son, born of mortal woman and Divine Father.
He shall break each chain and bar of our prison cell.
For though He walk in this mortal world and died a mortal death,
Death its hold could not keep,
Sin its stain would not hold,
For the Divine Father chose to restore this His immortal Son.

Silver Chalice, in the nail scared hands,
Drink this His immortal blood
and cast aside the shell of mortality.
Yeshua, Holy Son, save us now by thy Divine plan.

© 2003 Morria Giolla (Michelle Houser)