Gold and silver’s sent
I’ve been richly blessed
knowing little stress
working with my friend
I reflect a lot
And have travelled far
to that distant star
searched with all my heart
Mercifully, it’s God
who’s got mercy
While the world’s deceived
I have seen reprieves
Never dreaming dreams
learning thoughts of peace
I enjoy the rain
and endure some pain
but will not lay blame
murmur or complain
Eternally, by God’s power
Every hour in his tower
Till the day we’ll reign
in an open space
when I’ll see the way
burning down the place
Toward the vulnerable flock
travelling from afar
with his outstretched arms
certainly, it’s God
God turns things around
three hundred and sixty degrees
As a bull unaccustomed to being chastised I repented
and after that I was instructed
’cause the LORD has redeemed me and ransomed me
from the hand of he that was stronger than me