And when He looks at me His eyes
mirror the One who gave His life
so I could stand before the throne
dressed in Mercy's diamond robes.
And I am pure and I am white;
precious in His sight.
With tender hands, He holds my heart;
soothes my fears, collects my tears in His jar.
In whispering winds, He speaks His love
Each scarlet sunrise, a promise of
Forever Mercy. Shines renewed.
He is the Way, The Light, The Truth.
And I am pure and I am white;
precious in His sight.
With tender hands, He holds my heart;
soothes my fears, collects my tears in His jar.
He is my Treasure,
my Delight, my Morning Star.
I am His Chosen,
Beloved, the Passionate Pursuit of His Heart.
(musical interlude)
He is my Treasure,
my Delight, my Morning Star.
I am His Chosen,
Beloved, the Passionate Pursuit of His Heart.
And I am pure and I am white;
precious in His sight.
With tender hands, He holds my heart;
soothes my fears, collects my tears in His jar.
Oh, that's love - true love!
He is my delight - I am His. He is my delight - I am His
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