How lovely we are to our King Jesus,
It does not matter at all what others may believe,
No one has ever been truly able to see me,
No where on earth have I found perfect rest,
Only Jesus, Son and King, knows my true identity,
Even amongst the ones who claim to know me best,
No one has been able to hear my hearts voice,
It is a sweet language reserved only for Jesus,
Who am I…God’s child before my choice,

Jesus intimately knows all my imperfections,
How small I am in retrospect,
Yet, for me he died and rose again,
Does it matter, if to the world I am insignificant?

Condemned in Jesus’ name……
I will proudly bear that shame,
We are citizens of heaven not this earth,
Only Jesus has ever heard my hearts voice,
Who am I…God’s child before my choice,
No ones rejection can belie my Savior’s worth,

He hears all, knows all there is nothing he doesn’t see,
He knows my truest loving nature,
How magnificent that Jesus loves my true identity