Thursday, March 10, 2011

little.

Falling asleep, listening to Norah Jones, and praying for Shantel.


Spinning, laughing, dancing, to her favorite song

A little girl with nothing wrong, is all alone.

Eyes wide open, always hoping for the sun

And she'll sing a song to anyone who comes along.


Fragile as a leaf in autumn

Just falling to the ground, without a sound.

Crooked little smile on her face,

Tells a tale of grace, that's all her own.


She's a little girl, with nothing wrong

And she's all alone.


"In faithfulness he will bring forth justice;

he will not falter or be discouraged

till he establishes justice on earth."

He has called her out in righteousness.

He takes hold of her hand.

He keeps her and will make her a light to the Gentiles.


Like Jesus, for Shantel I am steady and undiscouraged.

I hold a jewel of hope for her and she sings songs of grace to me.

I show her love and faithfulness and she shows me unwavering faith.


And she sings that song to anyone who comes along.



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