Does She Know?!

I see her walking down the street… short shorts, hair back, beautiful!!
She’s put together, she has it all together.

People watch her as she walks she’s the pinnacle of beauty.

They think they see her, know her, can pin point her, figure her out.

But I see sadness, emptiness, fatigue, anxiety.

I see her soul.

Black, Dark, Faded ,Tired.

For so long she’s strived for perfection, but fallen short.

For so long she’s cried out for help with a timid voice.

Finding no answer, Finding no reply.

Who will help this sad down trodden daughter.

The weight of the world on her shoulders.

Does she know the Man I know?!

The Answer.

The Solution.

He’ll hold and take the burdens she feels.

Does she know that she can dance without holding back.

Feel freedom, without shame.

Does she know Him.