The anger I wield is not not even my own
To the heavens I should have already flown
My might is but a flutter compared to His
So I yield according to what His Power is

So go ahead and disregard the inevitable
According to what you think you are able
Know that goodness will prevail in the end
Only love to you do I sincerely send

When it comes time to understand
The Lord’s Gift of it shall always stand
True love and against the deplorable
Loving what is really and truly adorable