You molded the mountains.
Yet your hands are soft enough to mold my heart.
You placed those mountains in my path,
yet you guide my heart over them.

You poured out all of your love on Calvery's tree.
Yet somehow my cup is always overflowing.
You died. You were buried in the earth.
Yet, somehow you lived.

I have felt so alone and left.
Yet you were always with me.
I couldn't go on, not even another step.
So you carried me.

You made something that shines brighter then glitter and placed it in the sky.
Yet you still find me more beautiful.
You made something as mighty as an ocean.
Yet you gave me the power to calm it.

You are my God.
My strength and courage.
You are the love of my life.
I am so in love...

None could care for me more.
No man could so protect my heart.
No man is so enthralled by my beauty as you.
Let me please you my King.

No one is mightier.
No king quite so majestic.
No warrior braver.
No creator more creative than mine.

For I am His beloved,
and He is mine.