Mia

Once I met a stranger

who existed only in a daydream

her picture was so crystal clear

I thought I was right there with her.

Her name was Bitter

and she ate that nasty root

every morning for breakfast

she swallowed its thorns of harsh reality.

Her name was Bitter

like the taste of her tears

mixed with the dirt on her face

which lays

on a filthy mattress filled with

equally as repulsing memories

of men like her daddy

using her

for their own pleasure.

I closed my eyes to see her clearer.

She lies there in that bed

crying out for a rescuer

to come and save her.

Her name is Dear One

the one whose deep brown eyes

hold a light that's been long forbidden by lies

whose lines tell a story far more tragic than mine

these eyes of a dear girl

hold a hope, far greater, far more powerful

than any miraculous sign.

Her name is Dear One

just like those courageous eyes that try

to hold onto the small shred of belief

that one of these men that come to see her

ONE of these men

instead of using and abusing her

will come for her like a real daddy would

and rescue her.

God!

She's only four years old!!

"Still," He assures me, "she's Mine."

But I cannot hold inside

this anger and fire I feel burning in me

as this little girl waits for a chance

to finally be free.

God..

She's only four years old..

"Yet still," He assures me, "she's Mine."

Her name is Mine

and her Daddy sees her

and He has a plan to destroy every lie

that told her she belongs to no one

that her breaths are each a waste of time

that she will not be rescued

that her hope is a bad joke with no punch line
and that her desires will not be satisfied.

I asked God,

"What is her name?"

For what sort of name could ever match

the precious beauty of the face

I saw on this fearless child

who had been forced to work as a slave?

What sort of name

could ever deserve to be placed

on the soul of this little girl

this priceless jewel

who had been so lied to

that she's now forced to sell her beauty for vain?

God, what is her name?

"She is My princess," He told me so bluntly

"and every night I've heard her cries

and every day I watch as the lies

break one more piece of her precious heart

which was created straight from Mine."

Her name is Mine

and while injustice has been done to her

her Father sees, and He is coming for her

He sees His daughter

and He's coming to rescue her

and will forever be

her loving Father.

--Peace and Love.