I love without fear as one blind
My hands are open to your touch
My way is goodness and kindness
Mercy is my nature I give it with such.
Freedom is my envy for all mankind
I long for the purest of love
My way is gentle and meekness
The scent of a rose in the early morn
The lavender blooming on the hill
The prayers of many who cannot pray
I am passion deeply thus this way born
The mighty come against me and they fall
I am covered by his blood, kissed by angels.
Blessed by the Father Son and Holy Ghost
My soul is fire like gold it burns a light
My shield and sword as I stand tall.
Ready for battle though I am still.
I hear the Angels sing like a mighty host.