Lord I find You in the seeking
I seek Your face and You shine upon me
You call me Your own
Your beloved
Your precious daughter
Your little princess
You place Your robe of righteousness about my shoulders and I stand tall. I stand with head raised high, back straight and shoulders even.
Not because I am prideful, but because You have made me whole and I can boast in You.
"Look!", I say. "Look how far my Lord has brought me!"
"Look!", I say again. "Look what my Lord has seen me through!"
He has brought me through valleys and led me beside streams of flowing waters.
He has set me upon a firm foundation so that when storms come and the wind blows I will not be shaken.
I will not be moved.
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