Embrace

Time, they say, 

Is the healer of all wounds

And yet they do not feel

The piercing sting of the pain

Residing deep in my soul.

They do not know of the words

That cut me deep to the core.

They do not know the long nights

Where I laid awake crying 

For someone to take the pain.

No, time doesn't heal wounds.

How can it? A created part of the universe.

Spoken into being by the all-existent One.

There is One though who knows my pain.

There is One who's felt my shame.

In his hand is the balm for my soul.

In his arm, he longs to hold me close

Letting blood heal my wounds.

Even to the depths of my soul, 

God embraces me and calls me his own.  

I am the daughter he has redeemed.