A Son of God

I lie down and rest, cause I work no longer;
I breathe in, refreshed no more soiled in disgrace;
I look up at him, to whom I am kneeling,
And I see just delight there in my Father’s face.
I am last and low, cause I fight no longer,
To be right or good or to prove my own worth;
I’m not driven or pushed or weighed down with duty;
I am filled with release that Christ did all for me.
I’m a son of God, and love is my freedom;
I can ask anything of my Father the King.
I’m an heir, I’m adopted, and my brother is Jesus;
I’m a son of God, and my soul is at peace.
I stand up in faith, cause I fear no longer,
And I pray and wait for God to provide;
I lean all of my weight on him who is able,
And I set aside every effort of mine.
I’m a son of God, and love is my freedom;
I can ask anything of my Father the King.
I’m an heir, I’m adopted, and my brother is Jesus;
I’m a son of God, and my soul is at peace.
I know now, I’m safe, cause nothing can harm me
Or break in and take what’s stored up for me;
I need not to cling to dead helpless idols;
They no longer can hold any comfort for me.
I’m a son of God, and love is my freedom;
I can ask anything of my Father the King.
I’m an heir, I’m adopted, and my brother is Jesus;
I’m a son of God, and my soul is at peace.