Lord, I am so extremely satisfied with my bible in mind
You create a diligent persuasion that is rectified
As tables turn, I see i’m the one in unity
To the one who created my skin so fare today
Remarking on my splendor and magnificent you say
Is my hair as it lay in total presumption that my gumption
Is from above. No longer I slay, but I choose my rays
Are of fortune and offer an art that is sure to part
The waters of ingenious and will it stay in my may forever.
You see, my may includes all of the bloom that you wash away.
I contend to my nature and exists the decent exposure so new
Its true I tell you, my may is your December.
Thy spirit is nestled in your attributes
I throw myself into your truths
So magnificent they are full of robust scores and more
I lift my head in a drought and I praise you in all doubt
Lord, you grant me a regal power to love
And I am not above anyone else, although you make
Me feel like I have no inequities.
My magic is securely untouched
And is called dignity so enthralled
Its suit is your armor and so I am warmer
In nature, you comfort me with wonders
So abreast on my youth, I know your test
Is due in your timing and im miming what seems rue
With all powers my suffering is in claiming my name.