Little girl sits with her head in her hands,
back at Point A with disappeared plans.
Picture in her dreams is starting to blur,
and the doubts creep back in, hunting for her.
She's starting to feel herself fade away,
and all she can do is cry, think and pray.
She calls to her Father who loves without limit,
and his voice answers back; she can hear his grace in it.
A whispered reminder of eternity spoken,
enduring promise that will never be broken.
A savior, a friend, Son of God, Son of Man,
sits close by the girl with her head in her hands.
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