Poetry- Know Who You Are

Before the day had a name,

He sat there in the night.

All creation at his fingertips,

held back by his might.

And while He called forth

the sun, the moon, and stars.

You were already thought of..

Your breath, your heart.

Through those times he watched

The sin of man come and go..

Those times of hurt and disappointment

That every mother and father would come to know.

He already knew your name, your face, your soul,

It was written clearly on His hand..

You aren’t just a number walking..

among the walk of man.

We aren’t just robots stepping through salvations door.

We aren’t a conveyor belt of forgiven faces,

No, beloved, you are so much more.

You are a child of the Most High,

Loved beyond imagination.

Filled with the Holy Spirit,

By the author of all creation.

You are Holy and without blame,

By the grace of Jesus Christ name.

You are wise beyond comprehension,

Loved in every dimension.

You are stronger than the strongest wind.

You are alive.

Child you are free.

Fully satisfied, with everything you need.

Adorned as a member of royalty,

You are treasured. You are loved.

A child of The Great I Am.

You are significantly valued.

And forever you will be.

So know who you are.

Because You belong to a King.

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