Once I had a troubled life
Full of mischief
Laced with strive
A lying tongue
In vanity wise
A smart arse tool
A thin disguise
Being a fool
In his eyes
I see the past
Now push for the prize
No longer a slave
At vanities whim
My purpose
My life
Belongs to him
And from his arms
I will not stray
In death and in life
Is where I\'ll stay
And count my blessing
One by one
A loving Father
And his Son.