by Ariel Douglas (21 October 2014)

 

Broken hearts, broken spirits

In need of love, but never know it

Crawling through life small and vulnerable

Crossing what seems like a meaningless abyss

You travel along thinking that you're all alone

Waiting for your death to come

You think all that's left is crossing yet another road

Maybe dodging another set of roaring tires

But also that that next road might be the end

That next tire might be your demise

And yes, that could be true

But we love you too much to do nothing

You don't know that we're thinking of you

You don't know that we're waiting

But don't let us wait too long

If we wait too long, you'll never have a chance

We must take action to show you the rest of your life

In a final rebellion you wall yourself in

You refuse to listen and push us all out

All that is left for us is to plead on your behalf

We beg that you might not be one of those who never escapes

That you might live to be what you were made to be

You struggle and wrestle and finally break free

And oh what new beauty you own!

Through grace and mercy, love and hope

You've been sculpted and moulded

A new creation indeed

Now take flight, little butterfly

Spread your wings

And show the world what His grace can do!