Verse 1: On a rooftop evening bathing, Unaware of watching eyes, A king's desire would change her life, In ways she'd not surmise. A summons came, she had no choice, The power was not her own, And when she sent the message back, "I'm pregnant," she was alone. Chorus: From sorrow to strength, from victim to voice, When circumstances steal your choice. The child was lost, the pain was real, But God would help her heart to heal. A mother's love, a mother's fight, Would bring her son into the light. Verse 2: Uriah, faithful to the end, Would not go to his home, While soldiers camped in open fields, He'd not leave them alone. David's scheme grew darker still, "Put him in the front lines there," And Bathsheba became a widow, Drowning in despair. Chorus: From sorrow to strength, from victim to voice, When circumstances steal your choice. The child was lost, the pain was real, But God would help her heart to heal. A mother's love, a mother's fight, Would bring her son into the light. Bridge: Nathan came with judgment clear, "The sword won't leave your house," The baby born from sin would die, Despite their prayers devout. But David comforted his wife, And Solomon was born, "Jedidiah," loved by God, A new hope in the morn. Final Chorus: From sorrow to strength, from victim to voice, She'd find her courage, make her choice. When Adonijah claimed the throne, She'd speak for Solomon alone. A mother's love, a mother's fight, Brought her son into the light. In Messiah's line her name would stand, Part of God's redeeming plan.
