With Thy

With thy head full of thoughts
Of dreams and aspirations she oughts
A fine lady thy heaven has brought
Fell once but by God's grace was caught

With thy great cost He paid
Thy fine lady was bought
With thy blood He shed
Thy freedom was sought

With thy praises to Him she made
Thy God is worthy of it all
For thy truth she craved
By His graceful mercy was saved

With thy blessings she receives
Greatest was thy gift of salvation
For in thy Way, thy Truth, thy Life
Thy lady chose to believe

With thy perfect imperfections she has
Thy lady is yet to be a fulfilled one
Until thy second coming has come
Of thy God who was here once