In a regressed condition, You saw me.
I aspired to hide my pain from you,
For the person that I had become
Was not the child that you adopted.
Now, this child was broken, obdurate.
Changed from love and gentleness.
Alive with grievous hurt and chagrin.
But your Spirit came and ministered.
Soothed my rambling and judgments.
And opened up my heart once again,
As a surgeon would correct a defect.
You were aware of my sore heartache..
Easing all my worries, my low esteem.
And You lifted me up, holding me again.
And the miracle of healing began to occur.
All because You saw me and You knew..