“High King of heaven, my victory won, may I reach heaven’s joys, and bright heaven’s sun, you know my own heart, so whatever befall, still be my vision, O, ruler of all.”

“Pick me up Lord, wash the dirt off my face, show me where I’m wrong, and put me back in my place, pick me up Lord, set me straight again, when I start to falter, let me hold to your hand. Sometimes I rub against the sin around me, and I guess some of it gets into my soul, but every time, I’ve sinned, you found me, Jesus, because you’ve got too much love to be wasted, so Lord, I’ll try to use what is my share, my heart may be small, but I’ve tasted heaven, and Lord, you are the only one who cares, so, continually pick me up when I falter and set me straight again. I want to experience heaven’s joy and heaven’s bright sun.”