The light shines through the broken edge, Not through proud eyes on glory’s ledge. The humbled soul, the silent cry, Draws angels down from higher sky. It’s not the strong that move His hand, But those who fall and choose to stand. He lifts the low, He shames the high, The proud will fall, the meek will fly.
So lawag tan shining ed say ninapitan, Ali so tanor so makitan ed dayat na dayew. Say mapataga ya kalma, say manlapit a awan arik, Mangaanget so angel ed langit ya onoren. Ali so napigsa ya manikot na kamay na Diyos, Nupay so manbagsak ya manalab ed sakey. Iyaman na Dios so napakat, aabig na so mapigsa, So mapigsa masanmet, so mapakat manlipad!