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 H