Faith, Love

Daughter of The King

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From the beginning of time

My Lord thought of me

Uniquely designed

By his hands I was being refined

Molded into his image he had a purpose in plan

To save a soul or two woman or man

He knew every single detail of me

All the hairs in my head even ones you cannot see

He called me beautiful chosen one

You will rise one day with my son

Daughter of the king you will be

Flawless and fearless all mankind will see

Daughter of the king a virtuous woman I will create you to be

Clothed in strength and dignity

Your children will call you blessed

They will praise you and protect

Daughter of the king you are my chosen one

My beautiful bride daughter of my son