He gives me all I need
He is a good provider
He knows what I need
Although I never asked for
He never fails to supply
He never fails to satisfy
For that, I am so rich
For He is My Treasure!
It's like a bird kept in a little cage,
Or a notebook kept in a drawer,
A life not lived fully
Or nights when dreams cease to exist.
It was sad and lonely and cold
I've forgotten the fire that burned deep inside
I've forgotten the dreams, I've forgotten my wings.
It wasn't because of my identity,
I was destined, I was made for something great
But I was too scared to move
I've forgotten I was loved.
But this man saved me from myself
Not because He wants to put value in me
I was valuable even before the world began
I am His happy thought, He is my Abba.
— The End —