All God’s Children – Tauren Wells
Lyrics
She’s all alone in the shadows
The depths of her soul gone shallow
Her body for sale like merchandise
The scarlet letter of the red light
Father died at the hands of a cruel disease
Mother cried as she tried to find food to eat
She was traded for change as a slave
Hasn’t even turned thirteen
We still all God’s children, made in His image
Perfectly loved, worthy of freedom
All God’s children, made in His image
Perfectly loved, worthy of freedom
Are we still, are we still
All God’s children
I don’t need the news to legitimize it
No turning away, no choosing silence
I gotta respond to what I’ve seen
If it’s the reason that your heart beats
Two eyes open, see the truth for the first time
They move ten thousand hands to reach a life
Start a chain reaction forty million times
As seven billion of us find
We are all God’s children, made in His image
Perfectly loved, worthy of freedom
All God’s children, made in His image
Perfectly loved, worthy of freedom
Held and treasured every soul together
All God’s children, made in His image
Perfectly loved, worthy of freedom
Worthy of freedom, yeah
This is a rescue mission
A love that’s without condition
This is our fight, ’til every life is set free
This is a rescue mission
A love that’s without condition
This is our fight, ’til every life is set free
‘Cause we are all God’s children, made in His image
Perfectly loved, worthy of freedom
All God’s children, made in His image
Perfectly loved, worthy of freedom
Held and treasured every soul together
All God’s children, made in His image
Perfectly loved, worthy of freedom
(All God’s children)
(All God’s children)
Worthy of freedom (We are all God’s children)
Worthy of freedom (All God’s children)
(All God’s children)
All God’s children
We are
(All God’s children)
Yeah we are
(All God’s children)
We are
(All God’s children)
(All God’s children)
℗ 2020 Tauren Wells, under exclusive license to Provident Label Group LLC, a unit of Sony Music Entertainment
Released on: 2020-12-31
Composer: Bernie Herms, Ethan Hulse