When I think about how awesome He can be,
I realize how precious He is to me.
When I consider the many ways He's made,
And the price He paid
So that I might have a right
To the tree of life,
My spirit can't help but feel and see
How precious He is to me.
When I think about where He's brought me from,
In spite of all the wrong I've done,
My heart rejoices with glee;
For, I realize how precious He is to me.
He's precious, mighty, and an awesome God;
King of kings and Lord of lords.
He's precious in the mercy He shows
And how He faithfully opens closed doors.
He's precious; for, His grace is sufficient;
He's all-knowing, all-powerful, omnipotent.
He's the Savior, the one who set me free.
Precious, precious, that's what the Lord is to me.