You were royalty from the beginning.
Then you fell, creating a chasm,
Marring the lustre of your shining.
You fell short of My glory.
But I did not leave you in your mire.
I hatched a plan to make you whole.
My Son would come and lift you out
From the pit and break your chains.
Centuries passed till the fullness of time, He came.
He came as a man to defeat your foe.
Then on the cross He bore your shame and due
He paid the price for your liberty.
Now the chain is broken, the prison open,
why are you still in chains and in the prison?
Rise and take your place in the palace.
You have a standing invitation.
Come when you will; come as you are.
Come boldly to Me; no protocol.
Come, your seat is empty.
Come to the bank of heaven; cash all my promises.
In my economy, find full employment.
In my economy, there's no inflation.
In my economy, no dole or depression.
In my economy, there's a bar to boom and bust.
You were born to reign as kings and queens;
A royal priesthood, a Holy Nation
Seated with Him in heavenly places.
Take dominion, exercise authority, royalty.
Shake off those chains of iron;
Leave the prison.
Bulldoze the gates of brass.
They cannot hold.
The goliath you see is phoney,
His jawbone made of glass.
Like David, rise, attack him.
In the name of the Lord,
Cut off his head,
And let us celebrate.
Through opposition enter your promised land,
By His grace into that fruited plain
Flowing with milk and honey.