Daughters

Daughters, precious in my sight,

My love knows no depth or height.

My words I write

on the tablet of your heart.

Your path I skillfully chart.

Listen carefully for My voice

so that My course you will not depart.

If by chance you do

My arms are open wide

waiting for you

to come back

to the One you tossed aside.

My forgiveness keeps no record of wrongs.

My love washes over you with psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs.

You are the apple of My eye.

Your tears I collect when you cry.

My peace I give is not of this world.

Daughters, don’t measure your worth by the world,

but believe My promises,

not insults hurled.

Let Me be the refuge that you seek;

I give you strength when you are weak.

Embrace the words I speak.

Power, not havoc, is what they wreak.

Abide in Me and you will see,

I am the key that sets you free.

Daughters, hear My plea:

Come hither, enjoy sweet fellowship with Me.

This poem was inspired by God's love for me and is dedicated to every daughter who has not yet realized their value in their heavenly father's eyes.