Mindless scribbles in a margin,
eyes vacant of hope.
Fighting through pain,
succeeding, but failing miserably.
Digging into a deeper hole,
you pulled up my hand.
You helped me out,
sharpening my dull vision.
Helping me through lies,
holding through the pain.
A mindless scribble has meaning,
hope for eternal bliss,
you found me.
note to girl’s Master: my Sweet Clay,
the night You came and drew me into Your arms I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life in Your servitude. Thank You for giving me Your love and guidance, for this I will be eternally grateful. Thank You for pulling this silly little lost girl from the darkness and showing her that she could love again. Thank You Master.
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