As silver ore, is a man impure within
Born as a sinner, conceived in sin
The weakness of the flesh, drags one down
Christ's blood flowed on the cross so brown
It saves all sinners who repent of their misdeeds
His saving grace makes us sons of God,a unique creed
Abiding in His will , we find peace forever
He alone can make us fine jewelry,and vessels of honour
This world may or may not sense our presence and worth
For believers can never stand toe to toe with the world
Jesus has made us pilgrims & sojourners, not of this earth
This terrestrial ball will hate and never love us
They may all make fun of His name,ridicule and spite
As our Lord said, we all must endure and not fight
For in that day,tongues of every nation will say He is the way
Soon yea very soon every knee will bow to Him one day