She had one foot on the ground and one foot in the air
It seemed the world held her cold hand while the angels brushed her hair
"But that's how it has to end on this side of glory
Some wounds will never mend," says the Author of the story
I held one hand to the fire and lifted one hand towards the sky
But the busy world still turned, and the angels passed me by
These thoughts occur to me on this side of glory
And I kissed the Lamb of God, and my fingers found the wounds
And the angels moved the stone, and I searched the vacant room
That's how it all begins on this side of glory
"And you'll see her shine again," says the Author of the story