I am a daughter of the Most High King.
Which therefore makes me a princess.
I am precious in His sight.
The apple of His eye.
I am no longer a sinner.
Because the victory has been won,
I am a saint.
I am known by Him.
He knew me before I was in my mothers womb.
I am beautiful.
{fearfully and wonderfully made}
I am far more precious than jewels.
He cares for the birds of the air,
How much more then, does He care for me.
I have confidence in this:
He has clothed me with STRENGTH and DIGNITY
and I am forever a child of God.
Beloved. Treasured. Beautiful in His sight.
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