My son!
My son, brave heart
My son, My pride, My joy
My son, My very own son
He walks...
In his stride there is power
In his stride there is fire
My son! Strong bones!
My son, in his hand My staff
In his hand, My authority
In his bones, My authority
In his bones, My very being
My son, what are you waiting for?
In your stride there is everything
One stride, two strides, three strides
Towards the goal, towards the mark
My son, you carry Me within you
My power, My authority, My everything
My son, I am talking to you
I am talking to her as well
She is My son!
She carries Me too
You are all my sons, you are all My power
You are all My authority
I have given to you everything you need
I have given to you what you need to carry out your duties
Your duties are to stand for Me
Stand for Me My son, brave heart
Stand alone if they do not want to stand
Clap alone if they do not want to clap
Stride on, alone if they do not want to go
Alone you can make it
For alone I made you
Alone you can do it
Yes you can!
With no company, with no cheerleaders, save for the Father of the son
Rise up My heir!
Rise up My heir!
They will see you, they are always watching you
They are always waiting for your downfall
But they will see whose you are
They will see that you are My son
Power unimaginable!
Authority unimaginable!
Dominion unimaginable!
Surety, confidence unimaginable!
That's My son!
That is My son
I pride Myself in My son
My son carries My Name
My son carries My genes
But above all, My son carries My Spirit
My Spirit is in My son
My Spirit is in him
My Spirit is in her
My sons!
My Son, in whom I AM well pleased