Found

I dig through the rubble to find her

I collect pieces 

Broken 

Scattered 

Long Forgotten

Buried among the chaos 

Lost beneath dark boxes in the depths of a basement

Little by little

Piece by piece 

A picture

A book

A doll

A diary

A paper from school 

Gathered in a box.

I hear their whispers

Missing pieces speak too

They begin to tell her story

Little by little I find her

I begin to hear her

See her

her pain

struggle

hurt

fear

 I want to run away

run away from her

close my eyes

close my ears

leave it all buried in the rubble

I try 

but I can't.

I begin to understand her a little better

I begin to see her with new eyes

I hear whispers

The whispers of Jesus

She is precious

 She is seen

She is loved 

As is

by Jesus

He holds her hand

I can't leave her now.

Slowly I take her hand

I whisper gentle words

She is safe now

She is not alone

Together

with Jesus

we will step forward 

into the light

"the One who formed you says,
“Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you.
    I have called you by name; you are Mine.
When you go through deep waters,
    I will be with you.
When you go through rivers of difficulty,
    you will not drown.
When you walk through the fire of oppression,
    you will not be burned up;
    the flames will not consume you.
For I am the Lord, your God...
you are precious to me.
    you are honored, and I love you.
“Do not be afraid, for I am with you."
Isaiah 43