To set our mind
On kingdom things
Requires a Settler
Who’s a King

A King who rules
With love and grace
To make our minds
A fruitful place

Who makes a garden
Out of dust
Proving He
Is worth our trust

Who hacks away
Each cursed weed
But will not break
A bruised reed

Who stakes His claim
And mines for gold
Refines us pure
With waters cold

Who builds a fence
Of altar stones
Declares to all
We are His own

And when He rests
His head at night
He tells us we
Are His delight

Let’s show the world
How to be free
With our minds
Settled by Thee!