My heart is broken for the girl that cannot receive love.
Whose father wasn’t the spiritual leader in her home.
Whose brother never held her face and told her that he loved her.
Whose guy friends never protected her.
Whose mother never told her she was beautiful without the clothes and the make up.
Whose friends never told her of her true beauty.
Whose spiritual family never told her of her true value.
Whose best friends never prayed for her.
Whose spiritual leaders never called her to a higher standard.

She was never told she beautiful, she was never told she was special.
She was never told she was unique, she was never told she was worthy.
She was never told that she was loved, and that same love she never found.

And so, she searches on.

Who will find her, who will save her, who will love her and take her home?
Will she settle for less?  Will she search for more?
Will she live in the darkness?  Will she live in the light?
Will she be a slave?  Will she ever be free?

How did she get here?  How did this happen?  And whose fault could it be?

I am guilty.  You are guilty.  We are guilty.  She is guilty.

But she is innocent.  Because He is innocent.  Because she is His.  And He is hope.

Hope for freedom.
Hope for beauty.
Hope for protection.
Hope for acceptance.
Hope for honour.
Hope for grace.
Hope for worth.
Hope for a special place.
Hope for today.
Hope for tomorrow.
Hope forever.

Hope for love.