We are Daughters of the King,
but doubt controls our life.
Consumed by problems of this world,
each day is full of strife.
More aware of others' thoughts
than those of Him above,
we blend into this fallen world,
loving what they love.
We hate the number on the scale,
a battle we can't win.
Yet so afraid to tell a soul
we're starving to be thin.
We find our worth in the words of others
or in the arms of men.
We see ourselves as damaged, ruined;
our souls feel dark with sin.
Addictions fed in secrecy
have led to shame and guilt.
We're trapped inside a hollow shell
of the "perfect" life we've built.
The lies we've heard have become truth,
and we're tired of fighting back.
"Unworthy" has become our name,
defenseless to attacks.
These are the Daughters of the King,
the ones for whom He died.
The ones He aches for when they hurt,
the ones whose tears He's dried.
The ones He created so fearfully, wonderfully--
the jewels in His crown.
He craves us, sees us, chases us;
He never lets us down.
Already set free, yet walking in chains,
we're called for so much more.
The victory is ours to claim
when it's Him we're living for.
He calls us precious, prized and His,
He's spoken for our hearts.
He fights for us and pleads for us,
Forgiveness He imparts.
Lights of this world, He tells us to shine.
He made us to stand out.
He calls us brave and capable
to conquer fear and doubt.
He says, "Arise. Converse with me."
"With you I will abide."
You'll find in all things, looking back,
He never left your side.
Beloved in His eyes we are
and safe we'll always be.
Forever treasured, beautiful,
Accepted and redeemed.
And so it is well with our souls
when we can just believe,
and walk in truth of all He says
of our identity.
We are the Daughters of the King,
the ones no longer bound.
The ones to whom He's given hope,
a future, and a crown.
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