I had the absolute priviledge of meeting a sweet daughter of the King.
We met in the most unusual place.
A place of darkness and captivity.
We did not talk much,
but the few words that were exhanged
were enough for my heart to be compelled
to desperately cry out to the Father.
Thoughts of what her days hold torment my soul.
I can hear her crying out.
I can see her aching for more.
As I was thinking about and praying for her,
these words came to my mind:
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Talk to me
Let me hear your voice
I feel alone
As if I have no choice
Give me a glimpse of your great love
Make it simple to understand
Take this heart from my chest
Hold it in your hand.
Show me a way out of this darkness
I try to seek but never find
The light at the end of the tunnel
There is nothing in sight
I’m desperate to know your freedom
Hungry to be relieved of this pain
You say I am your daughter
Created to know your name
How did I get to this place
Am I able to turn around
Are you calling out my name
I cannot hear a sound
I close my eyes and carry on
Let’s just get through the day
Perhaps tomorrow will be better
I’m tired of living in shame
Give me a glimpse of your great love
Make it simple to understand
Take this heart from my chest
Hold it in your hand.
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Please join me in prayer.
That my sweet friend may know the freedom of Jesus Christ.
