Chosen as Heirs

Long ago, Your wisdom shown, To prophets You made known. But now, a deeper truth unfurls, To mend a broken world. No longer servants, bound by fear, But friends, You draw us near, Unveiling mysteries profound, On sacred, hallowed ground.

Oh, the grace that lifts us high, Beneath Your loving eye. From strangers, You have called us kin, Washed every trace of sin. No longer just a servant's plea, But child, invited to be free, A friend, a chosen heir, Beyond all we could bear.

You came to give us life anew, In fullness, pure and true. If You surrendered all You had, Your Son, though precious, sad, Then how could You withhold from us, The daily bread, the trust? We come not begging at Your door, But as a child, asking for more.

A royal priesthood, set apart, A holy nation, pure of heart. From shadows deep, You called us out, Dispelling every doubt. Though unworthy, by Your hand, We're citizens in this promised land. Acquired by blood, a sacred price, Now living sacrifice.

Oh, the grace that lifts us high, Beneath Your loving eye. From strangers, You have called us kin, Washed every trace of sin. No longer just a servant's plea, But child, invited to be free, A friend, a chosen heir, Beyond all we could bear.

So with grateful hearts we stand, Holding firmly to Your hand. Though "unprofitable" we may be, We offer all, eternally. With love, we sing Your praise, Through all our coming days. Friend and Son, by grace, Forever in Your embrace.