This being human is to me.
Many are, all called few chosen.
With God's saving grace, dream to find.
Be not presumptuous but hope.
That city with many mansions
Will there be, I hope, one for me?
This being human, yes, a chance.
That city above reaches high.
Brimming with love for you and I.
The only way, one way, He said!
Being human means lasting joy
He paid the price, and now it's free.
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