The center we seek
when we are lost and forlorn.
From somewhere deep inside,
a place that isn’t ripped and torn.
Shadowed by memories,
that burn the soul.
Some memories so vivid,
but many untold.
Only in nightmare,
the truth can be found.
Shadowed in darkness,
when no one’s around.
Memories so raw,
and the wounds cut deep.
Haunting this child,
out of a restful sleep.
The center we seek,
when we are lost and forlorn.
From somewhere deep inside,
a place that isn’t ripped and torn.
How could such things,
happen at all.
In a country like ours,
to one so small.
She cried out to God,
in her desperate hour.
Praying for intercession,
from a higher power.
In her heart she believed,
God turned his face away.
Never realizing the inner strength,
God instilled in her on that day.
The center we seek,
when we are lost and forlorn.
From somewhere deep inside,
a place that isn’t ripped and torn.
She made her way,
up out of the mire.
A place so dark,
communing her dreaming hour.
Nightmares that once,
filled her night.
They are coming less often,
as secrets are held to the light.
The healing I know,
has come down from above.
The healing you see,
is God redeeming love.