The little girl who used to live in the Garden
Now waits by the stream
She hasn’t grown much,
Malnourished, and broken
by the stream…
She cries in the night,
then wakes up to see
if the wind has yet brought
the love that she needs.
And she thinks…
Why has no one found me?
Am I not enough?
Why has no one found me?
Haven’t they seen my heart?
The little girl who used to live in the Garden,
now lives with the trees.
No human soul has ever beheld her.
They pass with the breeze…
The days roll on,
like the steady stream.
She picks at the grass,
growing with ease.
And she thinks…
Why can’t I be like these?
Free to be.
Why can’t I be like these?
Free to live.
There were days when she sought
on her own;
she pressed on.
But sunrise after sunrise
her heart grew weak
without the love it needed to keep
Now the little girl who used to live in the Garden,
waits by the stream
for a human hand to come and hold her
and bequeath the love of Him…
Who used to sing her lullabies
in the light of fireflies,
and tell her stories in the Garden
all those years
Now she thinks…
I need you, my lover
be His hands in this place
And I need you, Beloved
bring me home through the gate
Bring me back to the Garden
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