FOR JUST ONE LONELY GIRL

When I was a child, so young and so afraid,

I thought about a God Who seemed so far away;

A God Who made the Heavens,

A God Who made the world…

Could He be concerned for just one lonely girl?

I had so many questions,

There were so many ‘why’s’.

Could anybody answer a child’s impassioned cries?

But no one gave me answers; no one even tried,

So, yearning towards that Power, I bowed my head and cried.

So the years flew by and I was somehow grown,

But still I felt a child, and still I felt alone.

Oh many did surround me,

And they were friends…it seemed,

But when I needed someone, they vanished like a dream.

I felt a vague disquiet,

An empty nagging ache.

I cried amidst my blessings as if my heart would break.

I had so much to live for and so I wondered why

With everything to live for, I wanted just to die.

Then I became a mother…and now much more afraid.

I thought again of God Who still seemed far away;

The God Who made my children,

The God Who gave them breath.

I had to know the answers to what held life and death.

But where were all the answers?

I cried and begged and prayed,

Yet when I knew the answer, I was much more afraid;

I saw that God was Holy and now I knew for sure,

I never could approach Him, for He was far too pure.

So, knowing I was hopeless, I fell upon my face...

“Oh God, I am a sinner…oh God please give me Grace.”

And then there came that moment,

The moment when I saw

What God had done to save me; I worshipped Him in awe.

He’d sent the world a Saviour,

And not just anyone.

He’d sent His own Beloved; He’d sent His only Son.

This God Who’d made the Heavens,

This God Who’d made the world,

He cared enough to die

For just one lonely girl.