The light shines bright
The colors are deep than l could imagine
Side to side l see your goodness with your favour that awaits in the future
I put my faith and trust in you lord because you have been so good to me  My God

Purity purity
Mighty king mighty King
When the love is gone, you are all l need
When the hope is lost you are all l see
cleanse me so l succeed
With Your hand though l know l will be.

Love is too young to know what conscience is;
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove.
For thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body’s treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
    No want of conscience hold it that I call,
    Her “love” for whose dear love I rise and fall.