Child of the King
Lord I don't have fancy toys
Like other little girls and boys
My clothes are faded and torn
My shoes are scoffed up and all worn
Though the world might think I'm poor
I am rich cause I have You LOrd
Lord the people stop and stare
Then pass as though I am not there
Although I am always all alone
I have no friends to call my own.
Though the people pass me by
I am loved cause You're by my side.
Chorus:
And I'm a Child of the King
If I have Him, then I have everything
Though the world may think That I am poor
I am rich cause I have you Lord
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