Though the hard times have its hold on me,

I heap these upon myself

It leaves the beauty of grace not mistaken for anything at all

I can't deny the change in my life

I wouldn't ask for more

Nothing can take that away

I believe the blind will be healed and the slaved will be set free

Nothing can take that away

This makes me bound by what I've learned

Any drive I have hasn't come from but what's been done for me

This won't be made less than what it is

The gift of knowing you is pure joy

Some thing's change but this will stay the same

The gift of knowing you is pure joy