She’s been misread and mislead,
Left alone inside her head.
She feels the stares, she sees the glares,
Convinced that no one truly cares.
Behind prying eyes and deceitful lies,
They cannot hear her as she cries.
They pretend to teach, seeking souls to reach,
But they do not live the words they preach.
He sees her tears, He feels her fears
He’s been watching all these years.
Her faithful guide, waiting to confide
She is the reason that He died.
He sees her frown and reaches down
No matter what He won’t let her drown.
He’s torn apart by her broken heart.
His undying love He tries to impart.
Can she feel His heart’s appeal?
Will she finally start to heal?
She hears His sound and looks around
Is this the truth, what she has found?
Faith is a must with life so unjust.
Can she truly give Him her trust?
She feels His love, Grace from above
Now her heart soars like a dove.
This poem has played havoc in my head for days. Sometimes the words come at me like voices (see I told them the voices in my head were real!! LOL) and they refuse to be ignored. The problem is that they don’t always come out fluently or even coherently, so I feel like I running in circles. I hope this poem reaches whomever God has intended it to. It is similar to my own life’s story, so I hope that it helps someone else find their way to Jesus.
