I want to be poor in spirit Heavenly grace undefined When every word from Your mouth is my reason to claim anything I'll lift my voice with the mourning The sound of the sorrow I'll learn to know When every tear from Your eye is like comfort to my soul Blessed are You Blessed are You Blessed are You If I can just learn to be gentle Then I can inherit the whole earth And everything I receive only by Your giving to me And if I eat only righteousness Then I'll never hunger again And every time I show mercy, I'll know her like my closest friend And if You give me a pure heart Then I will see You for sure And every day will bring peace when I'm known as child of the King When the world comes against you When they falsely accuse you And when evil surrounds you For yours is the kingdom Yours is the Kingdom Yours is the Kingdom of Heaven You have a Kingdom in Heaven