God, it must have broke Your heart
to send Your Son away;
Knowin' all the time the final price
He's have to pay.
Left His home in glory and became
a common man.
And because He did I am what I am.
For I'm a child of the King
who made ev'rything;
I'm a son of the One
who makes my heart to sing
Songs of joy, songs of praise
I'll sing them all I can
To the One who came
and made me what I am.
Now I am a man and have a baby
Of my own;
I wonder could I send my baby off
and all alone.
To help someone, somewhere, somehow
to set some captive free.
Could I do the same for Him
who did the same for me.
Now I'm a child of the King
who made ev'rything;
I'm a son of the One
who makes my heart to sing
Songs of joy, songs of praise
I'll sing them all I can
To the One who came
and made me what I am.