with pleasure

Even in sadness I draw my affection from the things above

Image of him that I was created

I renew my knowledge of him to be set free

Redeeming the time to made manifest of the things I write

With fear and trembling I do it any way

For all works comets with pleasure

even in pain I have to write my feelings without murmuring

When I found myself in the midst of a crooked crowd

I preserve my claim as the light for I shine in my world

May my labour of writing this never be in controversy

I meditate on word of life and 

yeah I offer myself as a sacrifice 

we live to serve for that is where our joy comes from

love