A Blessed Land That's Free

A blessed angel stands by me

In an isle of fortunes by the sea

She says

choose your anchors wisely

there is a peace at stake

Truly

My blessed angel calls out to me

Telling me of nature’s delicate plea

Choose your pastures wisely or ever be someone

Afraid

And sorry as can be

Longing for that tree

The proverbial apple tree

Of a promiseland that’s free

Oh! My one true love sets His sails out to sea

Flying our flag of jamboree

And as the waters deepen

far out at sea

He sets a righteous course for me

The evening ages us gracefully

When it’s a life we’ve spent honestly

Wherever he is present

Forever there will be

For me

A promiseland that’s free

A shining land that’s free

Where miracles will be

A land of jubilee