I see tears streaming down her face and I cannot hold back my own.
Her wounded heart....no one should have to know such pain.
Her laughter hides deep sorrow.
Her hardness...it's only hiding great fears.
Trust? She cannot comprehend the meaning of the word...for she has been betrayed.
Hopeless...no...she has hope.
Yet she guards herself, for her hopes have been crushed before.
And now...she has the answer to her prayers but it seems, still, so far away.
An aching heart...lonely and afraid.
How can one little heart handle so much?
How will these wounds heal?
It is not because of me.
I have held her...and left her.
But there is one who holds her still.
His great arms of love and compassion are wrapped around her.
He sees her tears.
Her cries do not go unheard.
She is loved...with a deep, endless, indescribable love.
She has a father.
He sees her as precious, beautiful, worthy...a treasure.
She has captured His heart.
I love her deeply.
Yet, this love I feel for her...it cannot compare.