We are children of the promise,
daughters of a mighty king.
Who bought us out of bondage
With a priceless offering.
We were bought with heaven’s treasure
Fully paid for by our Lord.
With love so deep it can’t be measured
Just recorded in His written word.
Hell’s chains were loosed with loves own hammer
as nails were driven through perfect hands.
Condemned, though innocence proclaimed,
“I find no evil in this man.”
He died. The whole earth trembled,
as darkness filled the land.
“Father forgive,” through tortured lips,
as holy blood spilled on the sand.
Despair for those who longed for freedom
but saw Him die that hell-shocked day,
Freedom’s lost and with it hope;
They stumbled as they went away.
For three dark days
The watchers mourned,
While eternal battles raged.
Hell fought with countless demons,
yet could not keep him caged.
Oh ye of little faith,
this time was planned since time began.
I’m still your hope, your life, your freedom
Put your life in my nail-scarred hands.
O risen Lord, we are your children
Placed in your care by writ of God.
The judge who signed adoption papers,
wrote His name with Holy blood.
So my sisters walk in honour.
Know your value
Guard it well.
May our lives reflect Christ’s wondrous message
We have a priceless world to tell.
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