I know you heard 'em when they said, they said that you were not my people
It's kinda hard to find this truth, under any roof, that sits beneath a steeple (facts)
They say it doesn't matter, they refuse to recognize
Soon I'll put an end to the lies
Put an end to the chatter
Pull the curtains back and reveal my hidden ones
Soon they're all gonna know who you are
I'm gonna gather you and bring you from afar
I will make them bow at your feet
They will know that I have loved thee
This is your destiny