By Grace Maniatty

He has made her a queen in the land
No longer will she have her head stuck in the sand
The glory of the Lord has risen upon her
She smells of roses, frankincense, and myrrh

She is a queen who walks forth in mercy and grace
Looking only into His beautiful face
Dressed in royal robes from Him alone
Knowing that this earth is not her home

He has made us all to be queens in the land
Today we must rise up and take a stand
Enthroned in majesty that comes from Him
No longer bound by fear, shame, or sin

Rise up, oh King, and take your bride
Walk forth with your queen by your side
Robes of righteousness shining bright
Engulfed in glory and peace, radiating light