The Daughter of a King

She is the Daughter of a King,

The King who created and runs this world.

She is proud to be the daughter of he,

With head held high and chest puffed out,

She walks with pride,

She has no doubts.

Her blue eyes shining bright,

Her blonde hair falling over her shoulders,

Her face glows with faith,

And her smile flashing through their heads like a camera,

Rolling over and over.

How does she do it...?

She is courageous, confident and brave,

Determined to be who she wants to be

In a world of judgement and critics that are trying to change her everyday.

With a straight back she walks.

With a cross around her neck,

And a purity ring on her finger she walks on.

She has pride in who she is.

She has no fear of the minds of others.

She was fearfully and wonderfully made by the all mighty God.

And nobody can take that away from her.