She’s slidin’ out from under the skin of unbelief

To shed the load and move on and up is certain relief

The Thin White Queen has left the past behind

She’s moving forward in a glide – the straightest line

Up to her Saviour’s adoration and comfort and peace

Living in a place where there is great release.

Heaven’s mercy shines on her feathered bed

The place to lay a weary and wandering head

Tomorrow is the exercise of another victory day

As in her peaceable psyche she now does stay

Dealt with the hurt and all that’s left undone

Will be fixed and sutured by glory’s rampant Son

The Black King has mended all her heart

And she, His bride, will never more part

With a heart redeemed and a freedom gained

From those who have search her and pained

The sensitive heart of heaven’s queen

Washed and happy in the Spirit’s stream…