Her Value (In the Raw)

She doesn't value herself, she has no self-esteem

Never has, never will, or so it would seem

Lost somewhere on the battlefield in a meadow of dreams

As she crawled through the conflicts of life by all means

She doesn't value herself, because in spite of the truth

No one's ever been there to show her the proof

So she searched for that proof through the words of a man

From insecure souls without nurturing hands

From cold hearted rolling stones to the ill intended

From those who held back to those who rescinded

Looking for security because in this cold world it's a must

From sun up to sun down and from dawn till dusk

But those things never came

Now she's ashamed

How could this tragedy have come to be

To such a diamond fashioned so perfectly

With tears in her eyes that flowed so naturally

She uttered the following words to me

How is it that I could possibly be

Any value to anyone, or even to me

When my own Daddy didn't even think enough of me

To protect, or provide or to sacrifice for me

He was not there when I lost my first tooth

When I cried at my first heartbreak as a youth

When I had my first date or when I went to the prom

Or the trip to that clinic that they later bombed

I grabbed the pills from the palm of her hand

And lifted her gently from the saline sand

Brushed off her hair and fixed her clothes

And took upon myself the burden of her woes

My sister, I said, take a walk with me

Let me tell you about who I used to be

I didn't value myself, I had nothing to lose

I've held a pill bottle, I've been battered and bruised

I've searched for security, ended up a single mom

And I lived down the road from that clinic they bombed

But after years of searching for someone who valued me

Through trials and tribulations I discovered it was He

The He that breathed the very life into you

Designed you for a purpose which only He knew

Until He revealed to me this one little clue

That what He's given me, I must now pass to you

So, to my sister who does not value herself

Give your burdens to Him, sit them right on His shelf

He's the light of the world, which shines down from above

In Christ Jesus He gave us his sacrificial love

He values you more than you'll ever know

And more than any man could ever show

And now, my sister, what I've given to you

You must pass to another so she knows she's valued too

YOU HAVE A PURPOSE

~SD Denny

Author of The Baker's Dozen and the upcoming novel, HALF

Copyright 2010