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