The Little Girl

There’s a little girl to which I gaze

She stares deep into space

A hue of pain around her eyes

I wonder at what’s her heart shape.

I catch myself and look away

To Father I quietly speak

To see if He might tell my heart

Exactly what she needs.

He shows me a swing and satin bows

A girl full of sparkling dreams

She’s dancing full of joy she is

With laughter that makes tears stream.

Then I see a dark and gloomy day

Where the rain is pouring harsh

The little girl has lost her hope

And wonders, “Where is God?”

She’s weary and tired. She’s given up

Her well of tears has run dry

Her heart has become hardened now

And the light is gone from her eyes.

But in the night a guest appears

Wrapped in radiant light

And a tender voice does whisper near

For the little girl to rise.

He begins to tell her all His plans

And how He formed her in the womb

He comforts her little grieving heart

And promises a life brand new.

Her eyes they are now no longer dim

There’s a twinkle beginning to stay

The darkness that covered her life so deep

Was being now stripped away.

She’d laugh; then she’d cry but never feared

For He was gentle and kind

And He began to talk to her

About His gift of abundant life.

I suddenly awoke and turned to see

An older woman in view

And then I simply realized

She was also the little girl too.

The Lord had sweetly answered my prayer

That I might see her need

He had to show me the little girl

Who lost her little girl dreams.

I smiled in my heart at Father so dear

The assignment was simple it seemed

For He was planning on visiting her

So I prayed she would simply believe.