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So many times,

People turned their back on me.

Any time I needed a friend,

No one seemed near.



My heart was shattered

Into millions of tiny pieces

So small I thought

It could never be fixed



From my mother choosing

Her new husband over me

To and old man using me

To fulfill his fantasies



From the father I never knew

Abandoning me from birth

To any father, other than God

Leaving at the greatest moment of need.



Each time something happened

A piece of my heart was broken

Torn and cast away

Into each of the Four Winds



But now I see

Every time a piece flew away

You were the one to catch it

And hold it close to your heart



You held each piece

That the Devil had stolen

Until I came to you

Broken, Bruised and wanting to be healed



It is then, and only then

That you open your arms

And show me what you hold

In the palm of your hands



You tell me:

“Child, Give me your heart,

I will weld it, piece by piece

To create something new,

More beautiful than ever before”



But I can’t Father,

I don’t know how

I’ve been hurt so much

By the people I loved most



“My Child, I never hurt you.

I hold each hurt, each broken piece

Ready and waiting to give it back

It’s right here waiting”



Every hurt,

Every shortcoming,

Every failure

Every heartache



I hold them all

In the palm of my hand

Ready to make you whole

And mend each broken piece



But you have to trust

You have to choose

To take back

All that was stolen from you



No longer live in fear

No longer live in pain

But instead in peace,

And in love and trust



My Child, What will you choose?