This thing I have is happiness.

It’s not a feeling or a phase.

It’s more like everlasting bliss,

Which leaves me all the more amazed.

They ask how much it costs to buy,

But what I got was heaven’s gift.

So then they ask if they could try

To make themselves a duplicate.

The joy that’s found in me was free

Yet came at cost too great to bear.

Why did my savior ransom me

And heed this sinner’s empty prayer?

And that is why my happiness

Is not a feeling or a phase.

The gift of mercy, love, and grace

Can never be taken away.