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Samaritans Purse
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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.
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.