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.