Only a jeweller knows
The value af a jewel,
Only a miner knows what
Is real gold and what isn't.
But what shall we call
One that feels a heart
That glows in rhythm until
The end of time and wants
To hold it it his hands and
Cherish it each second of a day.
To treat it a shrine that
Forever gives back more
Than it ever takes and
Returns love tenfold to
Him that wants to grasp it.
I hold that love in my arms
My Lord, my world of delight
I need nothing more.
The value af a jewel,
Only a miner knows what
Is real gold and what isn't.
But what shall we call
One that feels a heart
That glows in rhythm until
The end of time and wants
To hold it it his hands and
Cherish it each second of a day.
To treat it a shrine that
Forever gives back more
Than it ever takes and
Returns love tenfold to
Him that wants to grasp it.
I hold that love in my arms
My Lord, my world of delight
I need nothing more.