The Girl on the Floor
She stood in the upstairs hallway
Her heart frozen in dread
Her body braced for the expected
When it started, she wished she were dead.
It wasn't her, not the girl on the floor
Going to her judgement, facing alone
It was her sister, though she felt it too
She knew how it felt, had faced it before.
Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack!
She fell to her knees in utter despair,
She could do nothing, was powerless;
She was frozen with terror.
In a fetal position
She crouched to her knees
Stop it God, Why God? We need you God!!!
Those were her desperate pleas.
Crying inside while the tears would not flow
Wishing to hide, but nowhere to go.
Pulling her hair, burying her face
Wishing the sounds and agony could be erased.
"Well you moved your knees, five more!"
The screaming continued, the pain all too real
No, no, no!! Cried the girl on the floor
She wished she could stop it, and wouldn't feel.
Finally it ended, the wounded appeared
With spirit badly battered, face streaked with tears.
There eyes locked then quickly moved away
Asking the question, why did it have to be this way?
The dryness inside, the feelings of hate
He somehow came, she felt His embrace
Soothing the broken, bringing the tears
Softly saying, "Forgive, show grace."
I stare at the girl, crouched on the floor
I know that her heart doesn't ache anymore
Pondering what was lost, what might have been
It is then that He comes, holding me again!
Today I give thanks that He is still holding me!
