God's gentle hand, a touch profound and deep, Heals the little girl within

God's gentle hand, a touch profound and deep,

Heals the little girl within, who used to weep

In secret, unheard, unrescued, left alone,

A fragile spirit on a battlefield grown.

No one came then, no tender voice to soothe,

But now, His love unwinds the bitter truth.

I hated tears, a weakness I disdained,

When mother, father, their cruel hands constrained

My spirit, struck me down, I’d meet their gaze

With vacant eyes, lost in a furious haze.

No sob would break, no tremor dare to start,

Just icy strength, a barricaded heart.

I walked around, a warrior, fierce and bold,

A story of invincibility untold.

As if no blow could land, no word could pierce,

Yet all I craved, beneath that hardened fierce,

Was "Mommy's girl," "Daddy's little light,"

To feel their love, to make my world feel right.

Inside, a storm of anger brewed and swelled,

A darkness rising, where my spirit dwelled.

But still, a longing for connection burned,

So I poured love on others, though unearned,

The way I wished that I had been embraced,

A love that cost me, left my heart defaced.

Each heartache added to the calloused skin,

Until I thought no light could break within.

I built my walls so high, so thick, so steep,

A fortress where my wounded soul would sleep.

Then, in that darkness, when all hope seemed gone,

A whisper called, a break before the dawn.

I ran into His grace, a saving light,

Jesus reached down and ended endless night.

He gathered all the broken bits of me,

And set my spirit, finally, truly free.

A rescue unlike any I had known,

Upon His love, a gentle seed was sown.

And now, I know, it's truly safe to mourn,

To let the silent, buried pain be born.

I cry to GOD, my tears a sacred flow,

Washing away the hurts from long ago.

It's okay to cry, the truth my heart now sings,

He gave me back the joy that comfort brings.