so mach.

and the little girl had on her favorite red dress
she looked up at the Father, eyes wide and smiling
"Look what I can do!" she giggled
and she spun and spun
but..stop.
the Father wanted something else.
He beckoned for her to come,
to sit upon His lap.
so she came...
she looked up at the Father..
not sure of what to do..
"What next?" she asked.
"Just be with me, little one...
sit with me..
talk to me.."
....but...how do i do that?

shift.
and with the face of an orphan
body and shame of a prostitute
dirty..blackened
she stands...before the cross
"i..messed up..... again.."
so much shame
"...i can't promise that it won't happen again..."
like a flood
cleansing...His blood
like a river..
all clean..
He paid it all.
it was paid.
still paid.
freedom and joy.

thankful.