Aug 28, 2011

Beauty from Ashes

Little girl, broken hearted
Will you dare to love again?
You fear to risk it all and find
You're not equal to the pain

You close your eyes and try to block
The blinding light of day
And plug your ears so you can't hear
The fallen dreams of yesterday

Fear has locked you in its grasp
And whispers all night long
Words of torment, hate, and shame
That tell you, you were wrong

Dirt encrusted on your feet
From travelling this rough road
Shoulders slumped from the weight
Of a heavy load

You feel so lost and hopeless
That you could still be loved
Your heart does not believe that
You are so beloved

With every breath you're falling back
And hate has stolen your heart
How long will it be before
You finally fall apart?

God's love for you is genuine
If only you could see
The beauty that can come from ashes
And truth that sets you free

"...and provide for those who grieve in Zion - to bestow upon them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor."

Isaiah 61:3

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