Child Of The King

Once I was clothed in the rags of my sin

Wretched and poor

lost and lonely within.

But with wondrous compassion

the King of all kings

In pity and love

took me under His wings.

Oh

yes

oh yes

I'm a child of the King

His royal blood now flows in my veins.

And I who was wretched and poor now can sing

Praise God

praise God

I'm a child of the King.

Now I'm a child with a Heavenly home

My Holy Father has made me His own.

And I'm cleansed by His blood

and I'm clothed in His love

And some day I'll sing with the angels above.