GIFT FROM ABOVE

Behold the grace of my Gift

Radiating with the effulgence of unblemished beauty
Brimming with gracious sweetness
With blossoms of inscrutable virtues
The Gift that wholly complements my person
The Gift that brings my best to the fore
An endowment that makes me honorable among men

Wow, this can only be from above
Eyes are wondering
Ears are tingling
Minds are marveling
At my Gift from above

It's your year of Jubilee!
It's your season of restoration
The lines are fallen on you in pleasant places
Yes, you have a goodly heritage

Let the songstress raise the Jubilee song
Let the timbrel begin to jingle
Let the minstrels make music
Let the dancers do me a 'bata'
Let our fellows rejoice with us

You are a living token of divine favor
An epitome of blessedness
You're indeed a gift from above
Enter into your season of glory