Certitude

If she knew your address, Her limbs wouldn't get weary to come. Piece by piece her heart tearing apart, Shame and her friend guilt crushed her heart. Daily her face is gloomy, Inside man stood short within. She climbed mountains to seek radar, Valleys to find impressions of you. She made acquaintances along the way, Like a fielder her heart became, Gathering all that was thrown to her. Despondency made her vulnerable, In her pilgrimage it became unbearable. Natives wished to help out, Some in agreement to receive cash. Others kept her on a pendulum of false hope, Others with clubs of morality on her head. Some burdening her with weights of law, Daily living to maintain a certain flow. Some pointed her to freedom, Only to realize was a call to slavery. Her eyes became heavy. She is lost in her emotions, her compass lied, The index mark led her to a mirage. In a hole too deep, darkness and a starvation sea of fear. Doubt and skeptic sing lullabies all through the night, Sobbing, Loud cries, hate on self. What she was looking for, was nowhere to be found, Not within her or those she thought were sound. A veil that covered her eyes, tell it all. If only she knew, it's found outside of her, Outside her peers, culture and society. Comes from above, from Him who loves us, Came and dwelt with us, our broken society, Gave himself, died and acquired it for us. Her assurance, comes from without, Above her is an open sky, the heaven, For this is the gift handed down to us from without. Acquired by the one who loved us, And when He came, He came for us. There is therefore no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. If she only knew your address isn't found a few blocks down the streets, Or from within us, Her limbs and heart would rejoice for a rest you promise us.