The Joy within me is a flowing river And I can’t deny the Source.
If I die young — I’m sure He’ll remember me… And every anthem of my soul Shall weave the letters to portray His love.
I consider myself a dust — One day, I’ll leave this shell One day, I’m no longer a vessel But a dust without His breath.
He holds the future I have never imagined, My plans will always fail without Him And I know that. But my faith, it’s unending — By grace, I shall live…
For today, I’m a vessel of His love, Tomorrow, I’ll die too I’ll die and be forgotten But I hope they remember — That Jesus lived within me And that what matters the most Then my purpose was done.