My sistah, my sistah,
Why are you so burdened?
My sistah, sistah,
Why is your soul so heavy?
Oh my sistah,
Why is your head bowed?
Oh my sistah,
Don’t forget that crown!
The crown that He wore,
That streamed the redness of your freedom,
The crown that He wore,
That made you royalty,
The crown that secured your future,
Made you an heiress,
Before you even became you!
Oh my sistah, my sistah,
Go ahead and lift your head,
You were made whole,
By stripes He wore,
And the nails in His hands!
So my sistah,
Find joy in your sorrow,
Find hope in your soul,
Live in His grace,
And walk into your destined place!
My Sistah! My Sistah!
Did you hear what I said?
Wear that crown,
Stand up proud,
Because in everything that seems wrong,
That crown brings strength,
That same strength,
That took you from a timid princess,
To a God-fearing Queen!
My sistah, MY SISTAH,
You will find Peace!!