And a voice came from heaven, “You are my Son, the Beloved; with you I am well pleased.”
Such heavenly words, God speaks from above, Addressed to us all through God's only son: “You are the children I can't help but love.” Words not yet heard by all under the sun, And even when heard, we still at times doubt, Struggling to see what our God sees in us. When we displease ourselves, inside and out, How then can God's love be something we trust? Come to the manger, the river, the cross, See other sinners, loved and forgiven, Remember the Shepherd, seeking the lost, Not to judge, but that grace might be given. When God looks at us, Love is all God sees, Daughters and sons with whom God is well pleased.