Safe, sound. Security abounds.
Tiny fingers & toes just being formed,
Not yet to this world conformed;
A priceless gem to all who know of her coming.
Before one glance, assured her beauty’s becoming.
She feels the love radiating from outside,
Already crowned as royalty before taking a single stride
Into the dangers lurking outside in this fallen world,
The ones that tell her what it means to be a girl.
For what awaits after baby steps,
Is the trail that leads to brokenness;
You’ll be pretty, poised, polished, petite;
Witty, wooing, unwilling to miss a beat.
You’ll be calm, collected, courageous & smart;
Sensible, stunning, always snatching the head start.
You’ll get all the “A”s, make the winning plays,
And capture every single man’s gaze;
After all, your calling is to be an object of praise.
You’ll be told beauty comes from within,
Yet bombarded with the pressures of being thin.
You’ll be told your accolades don’t matter,
Yet pushed to perform to climb the corporate ladder.
You’ll be told to be yourself, void of the world.
While being molded to fit on a shelf—a droid of a girl.
Seek more, be more, do more, climb higher;
Be strong, hold high your chin, be a bold-faced liar,
As you pretend not to crumble within—perfection is dire
…But one day, of this game you’ll tire.
For it’s a death trap you were never designed to win,
Beautifully wrapped by Satan to hold you hostage to sin.
Once joyful, treasured, pure, fearless;
Now jaded, trapped, pained, hopeless;
Not quite the plan God had in mind for His princess,
Yet you’ll feel too far gone to change nonetheless.
But good thing your feelings don’t dictate Truth;
The blood of Christ yields transformation, despite the sins of your youth.
You’ll become completely unraveled,
As you embark upon the path less traveled.
Your flesh will scream as you die to your dreams
And all that you thought you were to be;
Though it’s in these moments of bleakness & unspeakable weakness
That God will show mightily your priceless uniqueness.
He’ll cast out your fears, dry all your tears, and restore your lost years,
Of fruitlessly striving to please & suffocating in devil-devised disease;
For you are made strongest when He brings you to your knees.
You may bend and nearly break;
And yeah, it’ll feel like more than you can take.
Just know that through all the burdens you bear,
Your Savior is always right there;
Step by step, day by day,
Just waiting for you to cast your troubles away;
For He already bore your turmoil, your sin, your guilt,
Through His scars, your eternal residence in heaven was built.
Special seats have been reserved
For the mercifully chosen—not the deserved.
So all of your life as you’ve strived to be tough,
He’s been trying to tell you, “Daughter, you are ENOUGH.”
These are all the things she wishes she knew
…Before her little life came unglued.
It all seemed so much simpler when she had little fingers & little toes;
When she had someone to catch her fall where ever she goes.
Little did she know, she’s had that luxury all along;
She was never made to be so strong;
For the loving security she experienced in the womb,
Was made everlasting when Jesus conquered the tomb.
So mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the most foolish of them all?
Oh Lord, if that raw reflection of regret—if she only knew
…Perhaps she wouldn’t have sought me instead of You.
