I hate that part of my life's plot,
                  that'd put me in a tight spot
That pity plot was made out of this thought
                  that I will never find 'hope in my Lord.'

I never saw that my perception was wrong,
                  and I made it my life's song
So that I can trip the light fantastic toe
                  and to sing that 'despair is my Lord.'

I laid all the blame on the son,
                  not knowing he is the one,
The only one that could guide the sun,
                  to shine upon the 'words of my Lord.'

Now I love this part of my life's plot,
                  where my Lord knocked off my dead knot.
I clinched all the words he spoke,
                  and now I know that 'hope is my Lord.'

Now all I want is to shout,
                  shout out loud without a doubt.
'You can bolt down this song for the faults,
                  yet your 'only hope is in my Lord.''