Her heart was hollow and she stood unyielding to anyone that tried to reach out to her.
She was used to the insults flung at her by those who were supposed to love her.
She didn’t trust what people called love.
She heard their artificial claims and witnessed their cold shoulders.
Yet, she crossed my path.
I want to show her the love that My Father showed me.
So, I take the time to
Smile at her with an honest grin
And with eyes that hope,
With eyes that felt like she does….once upon a time.
Until, God shook me and showered me with love that wasn’t deserved,
A pure love, a real love.
I’m waiting for that cloudburst to drizzle upon her face
And fill that heart to capacity.