In My Life Nobody Knows
In my life, I never thought
I would be brought so low
that hunger would become a companion,
that homelessness would become a season,
that sorrow would learn my name
and sit beside me like it belonged there.
I walked through valleys so dark
they seemed to have no bottom,
through days that did not simply hurt me
but slowly, cruelly,
tried to erase me.
And still, even in that ruin,
there were brief mercies —
small,trembling lights
that kept me from disappearing completely.
Moments so fragile they almost broke me further,
and yet they were enough
to keep my heart beating
when the night felt endless
and the world had gone cold
in every place that mattered.
When everybody turned away,but the lord,
I became the kind of person
people look through instead of at,
there was one woman.
No one else seems to know her.
No one else seems to have seen
what she carried for me.
But I know.
I know what she did.
I know what it cost her.
I know the quiet, aching weight
of her staying.
When nobody else was there,
she was there.
When nobody else cared,
she cared enough to remain.
When I could not walk,
she did not leave me behind.
When I could not speak,
she became my voice
in a world that had already decided
I was not worth hearing,
she screamed at them !
When I was bleeding,
she bound my wounds.
When I was crying,
she held me
as if my brokenness did not frighten her.
When I was starving,
she fed me
with more than food —
with mercy,
with tenderness,
with the kind of love
that makes a person remember
they are still human.
And when sickness came,
and death itself drew near,
she stood before it
as though love could argue with the grave.
She fought for my soul,
Not once 7 times,
with a grief-stricken courage
that asked for nothing in return.
She stood there
when there was nothing left to stand on,
and she did not move.
I know of only one other
who ever loved like that ,
My Lord —
one who gave herself
to the wounded, the forgotten, the dying;
one who stayed
when everyone else fled;
one whose love was so fierce
it went all the way to death
and did not stop there.
And now I know
she has been there
that ever mattered.
The very spark of life it self
Something only Lord\'s gift to her
That became part of her,
At every place where I was nearly lost,
she was the hand that reached.
But not in weakness but to with the greatest of strength, very few have.
At every moment when I should have vanished,
she remained.
At every threshold where despair
was ready to take me,
she stood between me and the dark
with a love so deep
it almost hurts to remember.
I am still here,
there is still breath in me,
my heart has not turned entirely to stone,then it is because she loved me
when I was too broken
I was not easy to love.
She did not care,
she still embellishing me,
And that kind of love —
the kind that stays,
the kind that bleeds,
the kind that carries,
the kind that refuses to let go —
is the most heartbreaking thing of all,
because it is so beautiful
and so rare
that once you have known it,
you can never stop it
the world that needed it
She is the greatest gift
and I do not deserve it.
I am truly blessed by her grace.
The greatest gift I know Lord has given
No body knows,
It was her,