Princess

You call my Your Princess,
and You are the King.
I feel like a servant,
worthless and weak.
You call me to Your Presence;
I bow in disbelief.
I cry when You call me beautiful,
because I know not what it means.
You embrace me with a hug,
and already I feel its' to much.
I shout out I'm sorry,
You look at me and smile.
You lift my chin to see to see my face,
my eyes are read and full of disgrace.
I look away from Your eyes
feeling full of shame.
You kiss my head
and these words you say:
"I love you because you are My precious daughter.
Come. Crawl into my lap and let me hold you while you cry.
I will never leave you or forsake you.
You are BEAUTIFUL, my Princess, You are royalty."