There's this thing that's on my mind,
a word that rings. I think you'll find
my mind consumed. Presume to know
what all, and why, I'd like to show
you now just how that ringing word
appears. It's clear to all who've heard
the word before. It sure does ring in
terms of Angel's voice when singing
praise. I raise my lance, defensive
not of what I've got, consent. Give
ear, and hear the word unfurling.
Voices join; send winds a whirl. Bring
this brief missive closure knowing
sound rebounds when ships are slowing.