Her Past

Tears fill her eyes and she wipes them away,
staring at the girl in the mirror, staring back at her.
She hates who she is and the life that she lives
Her life is a mess, a fast paced horrid dirty blur.

She can't get away from all of her past,

oh she's losing the battle, drowning in her sinful past.
Why can't she emerge, why can't she get away.
She keeps trying and trying, but her past holds her fast.

She throws her hands up in the air in despair,
sinks to her knees and cries to the Lord, begging for help.
“Jesus I'm sinking, Jesus I'm stuck please help.
Cause I can't do this on my own, Oh please God, please help.

Her Father in heaven, looking down from above
reaches down to help her, pity in His loving eyes.
Softly He whispers, “ Oh My child, don't you cry,
I'll carry you through this, on My shoulders you will rise!”