The privilege of grace, a crown unseen,
Bestowed upon the heart by love divine,
A royal birthright flows where faith has been,
To claim a place within the grand design.

No earthly throne could rival heaven’s call,
No gold outshine the promise of His reign,
A child of dust, yet heir to realms enthrall,
Through mercy’s gift, eternal joys remain.

The King of Kings extends His tender hand,
To lift the soul from shadows into light,
A lineage vast, beyond the mortal strand,
Unites the faithful in His boundless sight.

No greater honor shall the ages sing,
Than son or daughter to the eternal King.