"Don't you know, my child?
If you fall, I will pick you up.
If you can't go on, I will carry you.
Don't you know, my child? Don't you know?
It is when it breaks that I can make you whole again.
It is when it breaks that I can pick out these broken pieces that are hurting you.
It is when it breaks that you can truly learn to love.
You can rise again.
You will rise again.
Let go."
I belong to a privileged family, so much is expected of me.
I'm part of a royal heritage, I'm actually royalty!
Oh, you can't tell by my appearance, I carry no crown on my head;
No royal robes on my person for functions which I would dread.
In truth, I'm really a servant, a person of lowly esteem,
But through my Mediator, I'm more than what I might seem.
You see, I serve a great Master, the King, Creator of all;
He is the One who has blessed me, He hears me whenever I call.