Our Young Women leader shared this with us yesterday at our Presidency meeting. I have been thinking about it ever since. It is such a beautiful poem with a powerful truth. I am so grateful to know that I am a daughter of God and that He loves me. What great empowerment this simple truth brings; to know that I am precious in His sight. Life is full of struggles but if we remind ourselves that we are a daughter of a King, then how could we fail.
Precious in His Sight
Drifting. Falling. Gently landing
on the coat of one girl standing
on a winter moonlit night
snowflakes dancing in the light.
Watching closely as they lay
she stood in awe of what God made.
Each a masterpiece so small
yet the Lord sees each one fall.
Delicate and formed with love
a gift to us from God above.
He takes the time to make each one
for His pleasure, for our fun.
If He should care enough to make
each and every little flake,
then how precious in His sight
is one girl standing in the night?
