Even the weakest hand I would hold
For my lips can kiss
and they are felt and known.
Not struck in the contempt of ignorance.
The silliest I embrace
for it is no matter in my House
Truly it is better lose it
in Holy's Good glory.
Love conquers death
of the humbled,
In struggle to hold onto life so much;
You cannot feel the gentleness of my Hand's touch.
My burden is easy - my load light;
And you want to fool acting strong.
You couldn't love me yet,
otherwise you would revel in my Grace.
Come to me and admit the broken-
shed disgrace with thanksgiving.
For I have been coming to redeem long before you realized
the gravest imagining of your shortcoming.
- This is Good News.
Repent, Taste, Enjoy, Live:
by Christ Jesus.