Agape Love: The Daughter’s Crown
Oh, daughter of the King, be still and know,
This love is not a tide to ebb and flow.
It is the Father’s heart, a steady stream,
Beyond the fairest wish or fondest dream.
Agape is the crown that you now wear,
A love that finds you precious, bright, and rare.
It does not ask for you to earn your place,
But meets you with a lavish, boundless grace.
The highest form of love, self-giving, true,
Before the world began, was set on you.
It sees your hidden depths, your silent tears,
And casts away the shadow of your fears.
You are not judged by standards of the earth,
For Heaven’s own Agape defines your worth.
Sacrificial, deep, it paid the cost,
To seek and save the one who felt so lost.
So lift your head, beloved, chosen one,
You are the radiant reflection of the Son.
Let this great love be where your spirit stands,
Securely held within the Father’s hands.
No greater affection can a woman find,
Than this—the love that leaves no shame behind.
Walk in this truth, let every doubt remove,
You are the object of His perfect love.
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that
whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”
