And when He looks at me His eyes

mirror the One who gave His life

so I could stand before the throne

dressed in Mercy's diamond robes.



And I am pure and I am white;

precious in His sight.

With tender hands, He holds my heart;

soothes my fears, collects my tears in His jar.



In whispering winds, He speaks His love

Each scarlet sunrise, a promise of

Forever Mercy. Shines renewed.

He is the Way, The Light, The Truth.



And I am pure and I am white;

precious in His sight.

With tender hands, He holds my heart;

soothes my fears, collects my tears in His jar.



He is my Treasure,

my Delight, my Morning Star.

I am His Chosen,

Beloved, the Passionate Pursuit of His Heart.



(musical interlude)



He is my Treasure,

my Delight, my Morning Star.

I am His Chosen,

Beloved, the Passionate Pursuit of His Heart.



And I am pure and I am white;

precious in His sight.

With tender hands, He holds my heart;

soothes my fears, collects my tears in His jar.

Oh, that's love - true love!



He is my delight - I am His. He is my delight - I am His