Whilst I'm in the midst of diamonds,
There runs in me a spirit of dividends,
Lurking in the worldly cosmos.
Whilst I break the Law of God,
I blame Adam and Eve,
I curse Cain and pity Abel.
Whilst I lose the dividends of diamonds,
There enters in me a spirit of depression,
I seek the One Who has formed me.
Whilst I'm deep in the quagmire,
There flashes the cry of the Prodigal son
I run unto the Father glorifying the Blood of Jesus.
Whilst I reunion with my Father in Christ,
There dwells the joy of Heaven,
I ought to be close unto Him Who loves me.
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