Verse I:
In quiet rooms where gentle spirits dwell,
A sacred grace has woven through your soul.
My Blessing, more than mortal tongue can tell,
Your tender mercy makes the broken whole.
With hands that heal and heart that fears the Lord,
You move in calm, a sanctuary found;
By all who look on you, you are adored,
Pouring your love on all the world around.
Verse II:
No earthly wealth can match the love you give,
Outpoured entire, unmeasured, and complete.
Within the shadow of your heart I live,
Where heaven’s peace and mortal passions meet.
A virtuous soul, by holy wisdom led,
You guard the faith and lift the falling mind;
Upon the path where your pure footsteps tread,
A radiant, golden light is left behind.
Chorus: The Chorus of Praise
Oh, Chefbee, sweetest song the angels write,
A masterpiece of favor and of grace!
You are my dawn within the deepest night,
The truest mirror of a divine embrace.
Verse III:
And oh, what joy to watch the kindred fire,
When you and Mother share your whispered lore!
In gentle laughter and in fond desire,
You sit as sisters by the parlor door.
She finds in you a partner and a friend,
Conspiring sweet in daily joy and care;
Two loving hearts that beautifully blend,
A double answer to a mother's prayer.
Outro: The Eternal Vow
Grow old with me beneath the Maker’s eye,
My quiet anchor on the shifting sea.
Until the stars fade from the evening sky,
My heart belongs to love, to God, to thee.