Daughter of the Most High King

Ghost of my past There is a ghostly child I must embrace Hands reaching out Tears streaming down her face Fingers grasping my heart strings She said to me “Don’t you Remember me? We were created and given life by the lLord most high.” She said “Why do you listen to the voices telling you you don’t matter? That your life doesn’t matter...you are a daughter of the most high king.” Then I saw Jesus dying on the cross and I knew deep down she was right. We are all sons and daughters of the most high God saved by the blood of his son. So that we might have life eternal forever in God’s kingdom. Not only was he embracing me but also the child who lost her way in the darkness