Countless times I forget
You Lord remind me
A daughter of the King
Since the day that you found me
In rags and with nothing
You washed me like snow
And clothed me and crowned me
And called me by name
And sent me to darkness
To call out lost daughters
To lift up their chins
To hold trembling fingers
You put light in their eyes
And clothe them and crown them
To me they are sisters
Waiting singing working
'Til you carry us home.
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