Once was loss, but now found
Hear my praise with a loud sound
Among being alive
It’s a blessing of strive
Tomorrow and moment is never promised
One must be honest
Blessings don’t just come, it must be deserving
You must have true Faith and hungry for a spiritual serving
The Lord is our rock
The world is his flock
The Cross is his uplifting symbol
We are his creation
We represent throughout the nation
Blessing from his mold and behold
We walk and embrace in his grace
As a Believer, we are in a race
Heaven bound
We shall be lifted up.