The garden of light,
the mountain of Truth,
the valley of peace,
the humility of youth,
the floor of the grain,
the bin of the wheat,
the right hand of God,
among His own sheep;
a plot of good soil,
my hand to the plow
looking on forward
to the harvest here now.
My flesh on the alter,
my will on the cross;
shine light on my sins,
my gain as my loss.
Take me there Lord,
to the foot of Your throne,
to worship in truth
and spirit alone.
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