Keep Walking

In the midst of panic,
i am that small girl hiding in the closet,
mending wounds she can barely see through tears.
The young woman surrounded by men who intend harm,
fighting with eyes closed.
My being not made for this,
clouds my eyes,
and then my heart.
I see the notes,
those words etched in my skin,
and i remember that i am no longer that girl.
This is new,
this wasn't here before,
my feeble mind needs the reminder.
Oh, how quickly i forget.
I am new,
i am not that anymore.
God has changed me,
i am no longer there,
i am here.
I am safe, i am loved, i am forgiven.

Though i have wounds on my heart,
His are deeper,
a galaxy of offense against me,
His is wider,
the amount of tears i have cried,
His are more.
Because this is true,
i am reconciled to You.

© Jennifer Lynn - 2010