Should you an idea hold, Cherish it, to spite being told That the dream that you hold dear Impossible, it does appear.
Yes, so it may seemBut man is nothing who has no dream...
Of an angels grace, are we worthy, We who bathe in sin
And wallow in the baths of selfishness Never letting God in
Never admitting God to our hearts, Where for Himself He made a place But we block Him from His home, And in our sin see no disgrace.