Love

They were created for more than this.

She was created to shine, and be free, and run, and be as a child.

To know Jesus, and the true love of a Heavenly Father.

Her innocence was stripped away. She is now masked

in shame, fear, deception, and callousness.

She is yearning to be free, yet this darkness,

this O so cruel darkness, holds her captive.

How long has it been? How long will it be?

How many questions have there been? How many tears have silently fallen?

When will the truth be made known?

Slowly time moves forward. It all becomes a loud, brightly colored stage.

As one of an actress, she numbly plays the role that has been assigned.

Coldness creeps in, and the questions cease.

Life becomes a bleak normality.

Her story is one of thousands, each story needing to be told.

They were created for, and are worth more than this.

Yes, each one was created in your image.

You know her name. You are acquainted with all of her ways.

How precious are your thoughts towards her O God!

How great is the sum of them.

Your love is genuine. You are pursuing her, and will not cease.

Your love is extravagant and without condition.

You have brought her to your banqueting house,

and your banner over her is love.

You have called her to arise from the ashes, and be redeemed.

She will declare the praises of you, and sing out a new song.