The Lord begets me.

The Lord, he gets me.

 

The begotten God has got me,

the begotten God has not forgotten me.

 

The path he trod for me,

will not be lost on me.

 

Jesus was pure, he purified my soul.

Jesus was pure, he left me desiring more.

 

My Father opens his hand,

my Father opens his hands to me.

 

by Chelsea Ryan