Do I hear engines Or are the spirits singing? Droning, our prayers rise Filling all the browning skies With His grace Suddenly wind, hail and heat Sweep me from my feet As my body rises, I understand This is Paradise! Do the angels weep, (or) is this reign of tears The sweat of His need for violence? Was it ordained that Heaven Should crown a mountain of suffering? We may know the truth But can we take the freedom entailed? The wage of sin is misery, but the sinners Feel no pain It "trickles down" from them!