Sunday, April 5, 2009

A little girl
In her room
Playing
Its a nice day
She rides her bike
Smiling, laughing
It's a good day

On her way home
She remembers she forgot her chores
Will her parents be mad
She apologizes
No mercy
No love seen

Why
She had only love in her heart
Where was the love in return
She had lost so much already
She longed to be loved back
But all she could find was hearache

She was called to something more
Surely there was more to her life
She had been chosen, selected, plucked out
Of her misery

She is all grown up
No longer a little girl
Still lost, still seeking her calling to be fulfilled

Love was found
In an unlikely place
Was it enough, would it last
Or would it be taken away

But from childhood
She had built up walls
She learned to protect herself
She learned not to be loved
Learned not to show love

But she longed for it
To give it, to receive it
She longed for her calling
She longed for more than her life had accomplished
Her vision was fading

But she had been called, chosen, plucked out
She was placed within love's boundaries
Love could not escape her
She need only to embrace it

To accept the love of her Father
Sent through her husband, children, and friends
Would it hurt, would she hurt, could she lose it
Yes it would, she would, it could

But she would have it, Him
He was what she needed
He is Love
Without His Love, she would fulfill her calling, her vision

And her vision would not fade
It was awaiting its appointed time
It seemed slow, but she waited
It will surely come and without delay

Only she could fulfill her calling
Her vision was hers alone
He would fulfill that which was promised
She need only embrace every aspect

She was a little girl
Now a beautiful woman
A wonderful mother
An exceptional wife
A daughter, called, chosen, plucked out
With a Father that would not forsake her

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