[Jamie Grace:] They tell me I’m too young Tell me I’m not beautiful I’m not good enough I’m not worth anything at all They tell me I dream too much I got my head in the clouds Maybe I’m just hoping For something better than what I see now A world where every girl knows The Maker of skies, the Maker of seas The Maker of every beautiful thing He made you, He made you too The mountain high, the river wide He tells the sun when to set and rise And He made you, He made you too You’re a daughter of the King So tell me, what does that make you? [Morgan Harper Nichols:] So put your shoulders back Don’t you know that you’re beautiful You don’t gotta tell ’em that, no Just walk around like you know And if you see our sister (if you see our sister) Looking like she forgot Like her dreams got crushed You better remind her The Maker of skies, the Maker of seas The Maker of every beautiful thing
He made you, He made you too The mountain high, the river wide He tells the sun when to set and rise And He made you, He made you too You’re a daughter of the King So tell me, what does that make you? [Jamie Grace & Morgan Harper Nichols:] I’m sorry if nobody ever told you (ever told you) Or treated you like it wasn’t true (it wasn’t true) But dark or light, thin or wide You are precious in His sight And He loves you He really loves you So I gotta tell you I just got to tell you The Maker of skies, the Maker of seas The Maker of every beautiful thing He made you, He made you too, yeah The mountain high, the river wide He tells the sun when to set and rise And He made you, He made you too, ohh yeah You’re a daughter of the King So tell me, what does that make you? You’re a daughter of The Most High King So baby, what does that make you?