Oh what it means to be a child of God
Protected in the shelter of His wings
Showered in His mercy, constantly awed
By His glory, Praise be the King of Kings
Though the adversary flings fiery darts
Accusing, raging against my own soul
Confidence remains, God’s love never parts
For my hope is in Christ who makes me whole
Storms may rage and howl, trials may rain down fire
But the rock on whom I stand is secure,
Unshakeable, there is none that’s higher,
None more worthy, none with greater allure
For His glory I have been reconciled
And Almighty God now calls me His child