Rag Doll
Lord, I come to you like a broken rag doll.
My dress is torn and stained. My arm is half hanging on.
My eyes aren’t shining and trusting like they once were.
And my expression isn’t innocent and transparent anymore.
I’m not the unused, brand-new doll I once was.
Yes, my smile is still there, but not as spontaneous as it once was;
It’s a little more forced now, a bit more tired.
I need to be picked up by you, Lord.
Picked up, held tightly, loved, and reassured.
Reassured that no matter how I look,
Or how dirty and scuffed up and broken I am,
That you love me just like when I was brand new.
Would you please hold me Lord?
Lord, I come to you like a broken rag doll.
My dress is torn and stained. My arm is half hanging on.
My eyes aren’t shining and trusting like they once were.
And my expression isn’t innocent and transparent anymore.
I’m not the unused, brand-new doll I once was.
Yes, my smile is still there, but not as spontaneous as it once was;
It’s a little more forced now, a bit more tired.
I need to be picked up by you, Lord.
Picked up, held tightly, loved, and reassured.
Reassured that no matter how I look,
Or how dirty and scuffed up and broken I am,
That you love me just like when I was brand new.
Would you please hold me Lord?
Deuteronomy 33:27 “The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms:”
Psalm 61:3 “For thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from the enemy.”
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