My great great grandfather left Wales 170 years ago.
To be born Welsh is to be born privileged.
Not with a silver spoon in your mouth,
But music in your blood
And poetry in your soul - Wilfred Wilson
I’d not ask a life that’s easy,
Gold and pearls so little mean,
Rather seek a heart that’s joyful,
Heart that’s honest, heart that’s clean.
Heart that’s clean and filled with virtue,
Fairer far than lilies white,
Only pure hearts praise God truly,
Praise him all the day and night.
Why should I seek earthly treasures,
On swift wings they fly away,
Pure clean hearts bring greater riches
That for life eternal stay.
Dawn and sunset still I’m searching,
Reaching on a wing of song,
Give me Lord, through Christ my Savior
That clean heart for which I long.
— Alternative Translation in rhyme (by permission of author Malcolm Cowen )