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
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