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A CHILD OF THE KING


The Spirit itself beareth witness with       
our spirit, that we are the children of       
God: And if children, then heirs; heirs       
of God, and joint-heirs with Christ; if       
so be that we suffer with him, that we       
may be also glorified together.       
Romans 8:16,17       


I have neither honor, nor riches,
Not much of any earthly thing;
But still, you can call me a princess,
Because I'm a child of the King!

That's right! I've a Heavenly Father,
The King of all Kings is my Lord.
And though I have little in this world,
In heav'n, I've a kingly reward.

First, I've got a jeweled crown of glory,
And rich robes of soft, purest white.
Life will be one heavenly story,
Basking in my dear Savior's light.

And I have a mansion in heaven,
A palace beyond all compare;
My Jesus prepared a place for me,
And He's waiting for me up there!

So please, don't think I'm just a pauper,
Though I haven't got anything,
Still, you can say I am a princess,
Because I'm a child of the King!


2002 by Kathryn Brandon; all rights reserved. <
This poem is my original work, and may not be
used in any manner without consent. Thank you.




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