I see you, girl with the anxious eyes.
I notice all your secret sighs;
You cannot hide yourself; I see
The pain you hide from all but Me.
I hear you, girl with the silent words.
You think your prayers rise up unheard;
Your laughter masks your heart’s true song;
I sing it out from dusk to dawn.
I know you, girl with the secret soul.
I feel your longing to be whole;
Designed for beauty from the start,
I know your every cell by heart.
I love you, girl who feels no love,
Whose spirit cries she’s not enough;
So, since on earth you were not free,
I brought you home to live with Me.
In memory of Kristy
I am sorry for your loss, Melody. This is a beautiful poem.
Thanks, Debbie. It is truly a tragedy. She took her own life to escape the pain – and could not accept the love that we who knew her were ready and willing to pour out lavishly….