It was not merely chance that saved my soul.
My salvation was planned before the sky.
The Lord of Hosts planned out each precept, whole,
Before He ever dreamed that I would die.
You see I am a man, a fragile thing.
I do not always do what I should do.
But God is holy and on cherub wing
Prepared for me a way to live anew.
A resurrected creature then am I.
On silver cherub wings I soar above.
For all things here on earth I have passed by,
In order to make room for God's sweet love.
My heart is open now, O Lord, come in,
And cleanse me now of all the sin within.