Some say I have my mother’s eyes.
My smile comes from my dad.
My freckles come from Grandpa,
And all this makes me glad.
I share the curls in my hair
With uncles whom I love.
But the truth of who I really am
Comes from up above.
A child of God is who I am,
A child of royal birth.
My Father up in heaven
Sent me here to earth.
As I take this journey
And try valiantly each day,
I know He watches over me
And listens when I pray.
So if the path gets thorny
And the way feels not so clear,
I remember who I really am
And that takes away each fear.

Illustration by Jared Beckstrand