My spirit, drunk on the Divine, my spirit, drunk on the Divine,
My soul rejoices in salvation's wine.
He lifted my head, to heights unseen,
Who else is mine, but He, the serene?
My spirit, drunk on the Divine.
Beware the swell of pride's deceit,
Let boastful words retreat.
He weighs the world, each whispered plea,
Unveiling all that hides from thee.
He is the God of endless grace,
My spirit, drunk on His embrace.
My courage shattered, frail and worn,
By fate's cold shoulder, I was torn.
He beckoned near, with gentle hand,
Beside Him, I was made to stand.
His mercy flows, a boundless stream,
My spirit, drunk on the Divine dream,
My soul rejoices in salvation's gleam,
He lifted my head, a radiant beam,
Who else is mine, but He supreme?
My spirit, drunk on the Divine,
My spirit, drunk on the Divine,
My spirit, drunk on the Divine.
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