First spoken, sentence taught.
A little girl learns her words.
Demanding the swing at recess,
She finds power in being heard.
Chatting at lunch, talking back,
Consoling a heartbroken friend.
She discovers words written to song,
Emotional poetry that helps her mend.
Childhood torn, unexpected story,
Abandoned inside and out.
Her words the only power she has left,
To process, defend, and mask doubt.
Mistaken adult, and new broken heart,
Pain with nowhere to go.
Words that hurt and cover and hide,
The anger in journals she throws.
Redeemed, restored, healed, and heard,
Now her power comes from Him.
Her words telling others they are loved,
No matter where they have been.
He gives a purpose to her pain,
Now she tells His story through hers,
Revealing to others they are never alone,
Using only the gift of her words.
Words that are no longer trapped inside,
Now are light that shines through the rain,
From first word to last, she will use them all,
For His glory, celebrating His name.
