O righteousness that I am
Though undeserving of anything
O great fount of blessings
What a wonderful love
O and here I am in awe at the wonder of it all
You have granted me beauty
O and here I stand above tall trees
Trying to catch a glimpse of my love to be
A park in Michigan, I'll strum my guitar
To compose a song and scribe my heart
Kiss my furrowed brow, O love
Let this melody carry you home
A beauty to behold
A love to call my own
A beauty to behold
A love to call my own
A beauty to behold
A love to call my own
A love to call my own
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