She was scared.
She was lonely.
Her heart was breaking in two,
But she had to smile.
She could cry
When she was alone,
But now,
She had to smile.
To lie.
But He lifted her,
His gentle hand
Wiped the tears away.
“You’re not alone.”
Were the blessed words on his lips.
“I love you.”
He gently kissed her stained,
Broken hand,
A hand covered in the ashes,
Dirt,
And shame
Of a thousand wrongs.
And as she left
The dirt and pain,
He made her beautiful
In His radiance.
She leaned on Him
And realized
She could stand.
She fell to her knees
Before Him
And found herself
Raised
In new life.
She released the black
Darkness inside her
And was filled
With light from Him alone.
