God Loves Her More Than I Do...

My little girl is crippled, she is blind

She is broken by the world, and she keeps

 it all inside.

But I know, I see--I am the one who gave her birth.

I hurt, I grieve when her sad eyes look at me,

Hurt disguised by merriment—she doesn’t fool me, ever

I see right through her thin facade – she’ll never be that clever.

The countenance that glowed...before, with innocence and grace

Adorns a face of secrets now that makes my own heart race

With fear...Barely held in check by faith that all is well

For God loves her, too. I don't know how this can be so

But He loves her more than I do--and He'll never let her go!

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Linda settles

www.RedeemingOurTreasures.com