For a reason I am still here
A living, breathing soul
For the LIFE of me I fear
That I may not ever know
What my true gift could be
Who I really matter to
What words could bring me
To heal the heart of you
I hold my hands out
What good are they?
If they do not take hold of
And carry your burdens away?
I look at my tired feet
These gifts I have misused.
For they have not taken me
To the downtrodden and abused.
Listen, woman, listen to me
This you know for sure
You have fought many a storm
and your God got you through.
So, now, will you prove yourself
So very grateful to him?
Will you carry that great comfort
and let it hug you within?
Let it warm you inside
Let your soul be healed
Stop fighting the love
That is for you to feel!
You were a gift when you were born,
To your parents and to the world;
And just because a gift was not valued
did not diminish the fact that you were gold.
Do not forget
Who placed that value inside
And who cherishes you each day
with a parent's love and pride.
Smile, little girl, look up!
You have been watched so dearly.
You were never alone
Only look up to see it clearly.
For a reason you are still here,
A living and precious soul!
You have been gifted LIFE, my dear,
Sit and listen and know it is so.
-aq
