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A tale of love as yet unwrit;

A lonely girl in silence sits.

A heart too cold to let love in;

A spirit bent to let fear win.

A soul that names her pain its kin;

She quits before she can begin.

For brick by brick she builds this wall,

So steady it will never fall.

If only she could learn to see,

A love that could at once set free.

A love that’s truly worth the wait;

A love not early or too late.

A love divine and oh so pure;

A love that binds and is her cure.

So much more than she dares expect,

This love that heals in time, perfect.

A depth that God alone provides;

A warmth in which she can reside.

She holds the key before the gate,

For she alone must choose her fate.

The Son of God awaits the day,

That she would choose to look His way.

For day by day He reaches out,

And whispers truth despite her doubt.

He longs to tear apart her wall;

To watch it fall once and for all.

If only she would turn the key,

In no time she would surly see,

That love is real and it does heal;

That hope can change a heart of steel.

Her Prince has come; her heart is won,

And now she knows her pain is done.

Verse Of The Week:
3 See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! – 1 John 3:1
(Disclaimer: The great depths of my sorrow can only be justly compared to the impressive heights of my joy. If you stay tuned in long enough you’ll begin to see the silver ray of hope in even the darkest of my reflections.)

What I’m Reading:

Light: A Gone Novel by Michael Grant.