She stood above me in her own way
Coaxed me into something to say
Of that I most certainly did convey
That the love of God is a right by the way

The manner was forgiven
Because the intent of love was given
For I read hearts like books as they tell a story
For none other than to give God all the Glory

I looked to her heart and it’s crowned with roses
There was a day where they did call me Moses
But days pass on like the wind and we sing
To remind us of our truth and what we bring