"What's in a Name?"

You’ve obviously got me confused with someone else.

I am the daughter of the King.

I have His ear and know His secrets,

When He is ready to pull down a kingdom, I am alerted.

When death is to visit a home, He whispers in my ear, “Get ready.”

Obviously, this is a case  of mistaken identity.

You mistook me for someone who slightly resembles me- perhaps the baker’s daughter

or the cobbler’s niece,

But hear me clearly tell you- I am the daughter of the King

If you didn’t recognize in the tilt of my head

as I graciously leaned forward to listen the child who had fallen

…perhaps the lilt of my voice portrayed my lineage,

what the sway of hips and graceful movement may convey,

the erect carriage and steady shoulders leave no doubt,

for those with the least discernment, it should be apparently clear

I am the daughter of the king and no man’s handmaiden

I know the sound of my Father’s steps and understand the sighs of his breath

I translate His words for foreign dignitaries and leaders of nations

I never have or will ever be common

So you see, you must have confused me with someone else

One who does not her place or value

One who does not know  her parentage

But I am not such a one

I am the daughter of the King

You cannot name me

For I am already named

Beloved

Such a name graces me as ointment and beautiful jewels

It is the name that My Father chose for me

So, since I am His

And His delight is in me

I can delight in all that He has made and made me to be

So, you must excuse as I leave these tawdry baubles behind

The emeralds, diamonds, and sapphires that my Father

Adorns me with await me in His chamber

Beauty for ashes

Joy for mourning

 A Spirit of gladness for despair

I have an appearance before the King today

He wishes to see me dance

Some new step I have envisioned to

Enthrall my Father

With quick lively leaps I enter into

His courts

Courtiers, musicians, and royalty seeking

Audience with my Father

Must wait for He sees me enter

and the joy that lights

His visage causes

All eyes to turn to me

For I am the daughter of the king

Nothing enthralls me as much

As knowing that I bring such pure

Pleasure to my Papa

I relish the time spent with Him

Running  to His throne

I am caught up in His embrace

As He rises to catch me mid-air

The daughter of the King

Safe, loved, and adored

By the only One who matters

P.S.

Now, act like it!