The leather book she studied had her young brows wrinkled tight
While nimble fingers flipped each page, seeking answers to her plight
Her Father’s words showed His love in judgments wise and fair
In Jesus she had value and she read, “God’s everywhere.”
The contrasts were scissor sharp from the life she yearned to flee
How can I know this God--has He concern for me?
The parables she tried to grasp, but in baby shoes she stumbled
Weary eyes scanned blurry text and in frustration she mumbled
Sword of truth. . .helmet. . .armor--just what does this imply
Is this a book of riddles--where’s the answers to my "whys"
Why are babies birthed to parents who couldn’t care any less
Where are guardian angels when abuse gets fueled by stress
Why am I the target for sharp-tongued ugly talk
In striving to keep to myself, my posture sags as I walk
Then as quickly as a lighted wick brightens up a darkened room
A beam of light sliced the night and chased away my gloom
Wisdom caused my brain to fill with simple explanations
Then I experienced visions, or heaven hallucinations
Oh, each lovely image put courage in my soul
Two scarred hands erased my pain--then I saw my goal
Right then in that moment confusion slipped away
Sharp as a scholar I was transformed--made new, some say
Trust, my child, believe in each teaching Bible story
In the shadow of my cross you’ll find the road to lasting glory
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