They broke you, stole your innocence and left you crying, took something that they had no right to take, the very thing you treasured. You feel dirty, used goods, unloveable, stained. In the distance you see a man and as he comes closer and you see he holds a while robe, bending down he picks up the peaces of your shattered heart and soul. Mending them putting everything together again with loving gentle hands.. You look down ashamed of your scars.. Then you see his hands they bear scars just like yours. As you raise your eyes in wonder to his face, you find you are dressed in the white robe, pure white and you hear his voice whisper "I give you back what was stolen, I see you as my child and in my eyes you are pure, no one can ever call dirty what I have made clean" and he dances with you as tears of hope fall down your face
Posted on: Wed, 04 Sep 2013 14:21:25 +0000
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