Looking down on earth,
I see a princess crowned in glory.
She puts on her tiara and takes a step.
A step into a beautiful world filled with joy.
As she progresses, slowly a world of light gets
gloomy. She notices a world of
hatred, racial injustice, and sin.
Her veil of security is destroy and she falls.
One person steals her tiara and shatters it.
She looks up into the heavens,
tears running down her face.
She is completely hopeless and feels worthless.
My heart calls out to her and whispers:
You are beautiful, individualistic, and loving.
You are destined to become a queen.
Slowly the tears evaporate.
She picks up the pieces of her tiara
And reassembles them into a crown.
She looks around and sees many princesses
with reassembled crowns who went through hardships
but now know their individual worth.
She is one of them. A princess and daughter of God.