A Queen lives beneath the thorns,
She blossoms all year but she can’t see the shine through her scars,
Her scent, unbelievably sweet…how would she know?
Her colors are glorious, but she is all buried in dirt,
She never withers, why does she feel naked?
Who will give her a helping hand?
Who will help her out of her shell?
In the shadow of color and light,
From the depth of beauty and grace,
A girl with the heart of gold,
But a heart so insecure, who could she trust?
Her mind in search of courage,
She searches deep within to find herself,
She prays each day for a savior,someone to rescue her from herself,
Save me, hold me ….. she calls out.
She calls out for LOVE
She is completely exhausted….. tired of all the lust, tired of this world
She calls out to the world above,
She calls out to the one most supreme
She calls out for MERCY and GRACE,
She is hanging by a thread here… anyone please help me!!!
And HE comes….
As a friend, father, brother, lover, healer, wisdom, guide…
He shows up as anything she wants Him to be,
He took away the shell and held her up to her feet,
Dusted the dirt all out and let her glory out,
She now can see the perfection in her scars,
She can now feel LOVE, know LOVE, and she will always hold on to LOVE
JESUS LOVES YOU!!!
God bless you
SHEPHER