You don't even know who you are, do you? You are a child of the Starmaker. The angels whisper awe as you pass, for they know who you are.
You are a jewel of Eternity. The fingerprints of God are upon you.
Heaven and Earth were moved for you. You were stolen, taken in chains that you forged yourself.
But the Beloved let himself die in your place. He wanted you back. Not even the cost of His own life was too great if it meant He could have you with Him again.
The Evil One knows your value as well. He knows what God will do to fight for you. And he fears you. Not you as yourself, but as a child protected by the Spirit of Truth. He knows the power held inside you. He knows it has defeated him. He knows that his time is almost past.
You are an opus. A masterpiece from the hands of the Highest One. A jewel in the Crown of Creation. A treasure valued higher than any other.
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