The beauty of the word lifts my soul in rapture,

A melody that fills my soul with praise.

I marvel at the grace that saved this sinner,

So precious is our God in all His ways.

As wayward sheep we strayed from the sheepfold;

Sin blinded, we turned and went astray.

The King stepped down to bear our sin and sorrow,

And clothed us in heaven's royal array.

Joint heirs, because we are truly born of Spirit,

He lifts our soul up to a higher realm;

I bow my knee before Him to pay homage,

And rise to serve my God with added vim.

An undisciplined child is like a seed sown in the wind

to bring forth its fruit among thorns and thistles.

The precepts of the Almighty are engraved in the mind,

they can be ignored, but not erased.