the life she will live:

You take her to the broken places,

Where hearts ache, and tears leave their traces.

She is just a girl,

like all of those lost in the world,

She is just a girl.

But You stir something within her,

You enable her to see the hurt.

The pain that lies behind his eyes,

The girl facing her own, troubling demise.

That woman whose convinced that this life she lives-

Needs something anything, to just give.

That boy, that’s now a man,

Whose just searching everywhere, trying to make sense of how far he has ran.

And there are those childlike souls,

Bright-eyed, tight-fisted, not wanting to let go.

You hold them all.

And You let her see into their darkened halls.

Blessed with a burden for the aching heart,

The broken places, Your works of art.

She writes their stories, for that one day,

When she prays –

That longed for love, will be seen that it’s always been there,

it’s always been enough.

She listens ever so quietly,

And looks on, spending every moment trifling-

through how she might show each and every one the love, they need so desperately.

It’s like, she was made for this knowing,

This love-showing.

Created to see beyond their pretend stance,

Created to love the unloved, to see past their circumstance.

Created to be spent, broken and poured out,

Created to speak up for the voiceless and those plagued with doubt,

Created to do all she can, to love to the tips of her fingers,

Created to make sure that the unwanted, the wearied, the wounded-

feel that kind of love, that still lingers.

So she lives for that broken boy, becoming a man before her eyes,

She lives that she might see that day, when he finally realizes-

Your love is good and true, sees that Someone truly hears his cries.

So she lives for that woman that walked in denying tears,

She lives that she might see that day, when she finally realizes-

Your love is good and true, sees that You are strong enough to bear every last one of her fears.

She lives for that almost love’s desperate heart,

She lives that she might see that day, when he finally realizes-

Your love is good and true, sees that all He’s ever needed is You, that’s where it all starts.  

So she lives for that little girl, lost and alone, left behind,

She lives that she might see that day, when she finally realizes-

Your love is good and true, sees that to this world, she is not confined.

She lives for that day-

When all of their pain will be taken away…

There’s a good chance she won’t see it here on this broken Earth,

But that doesn’t mean anything will stop her, from loving all of them,

letting them see their worth.

No, she will live for every one

Fighting for hope to rise in the early morn.

No, she will live for every one

Fighting for hope that all is not, nor will always remain undone.

No, she will live for every one

Those who loved and lost,

Those dear hearts who have been crossed-

Those tossed out of homes,

Those who have known more pain, than being known.

She will live this life- keep the little light lit,

Open doors to her heart, moving to and fro, to just, just do her part.

This the life she was made for, this is it.