The hurtful stings from human beings can cut like a knife,
Leaving a scar.
An indelible mark,
Across your heart.
But know who you are:
You’re a child of the king, you are royalty;
Don’t boast of what you’ve done, it’s all from His Son.
Jesus Christ, putting on the clothes of a pauper, left the Father’s altar,
The Heavenly place; Took on a human body,
His beautiful face showed emotion just like you,
He cried, he bled, He died on a cross, He is living proof
we no longer have to walk as orphans anymore, He settled the score.
When He said, “It is finished,” He meant it is done.
Forever His blood seared across our hearts,
It has the healing power for all of those scars.
The battle cry to the enemy, he no longer has the victory.
The sacrifice was made, The price is paid.
The sting of death for those who rest in Him, is no more, He won the war.
So do not walk as one who is Fatherless, Motherless;
He is the One we can place all our trust.
No matter how you feel, cling to His Love, His Word, His truth,
IT IS REAL!