O Daughter of the Most High, your beauty is a hymn to the Creator,
For the stars lose their pride beside the light of your soul,
And the sea, with all its depths, cannot match the depths of your love.
Your eyes hold the wisdom of the heavens,
Your smile speaks the dawn’s first light,
And your heart, oh, your heart—
It carries the melody of Jesus, singing through all Creation.
The mountains bow to your kindness,
The rivers echo your grace,
And the lilies of the field rise in worship of the love you give so freely.
You are not merely of this world, but of the Kingdom above,
A living reflection of Him who made you,
For through you, His light shines, and the starlight and sea rejoice.
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