I am strong—not because I never stumble, But because I rise each time I do. The cracks within me gleam with glory, Lined with grace and breaking through.
I am courageous—not without trembling, But with trembling, still I stand. I face the storm with steady spirit, A shield of faith in each brave hand.
I am loved—not by perfection, But by mercy deep and wide. In every flaw, I’m still a treasure, Held with honor, not with pride.
I am chosen—not by accident, But for purpose, fierce and true. A light was placed within my spirit To blaze the path I’m walking through.
I am beloved—not in secret, But declared in heaven’s song. Even when the world forgets me, God has loved me all along.
I am far above rubies—radiant, rare, A soul not for sale, but meant to declare: That worth is not woven in silver or gold, But in stories of fire and courage retold.
So I lift my head high, with tears if I must, Dust on my dress, but my feet in trust. For I am a daughter of promise and peace, And in that truth, my fears release.