God’s discipline

I imagine the young girl with a Strawberry Short Cake suitcase dragging down the road

They kept saying she’s out of control,

even at six years old

Dreams kept her heart knowing

Belief destroyed by family

Now she stands empty

A belief destroyed by reality

  Her  iniquity is the grand scheme

Broken she began

Now unwritten

A dangerous grant

God pretends to know her

He wants mild, not cold

Let’s be honest,

she will always be out of hold

She will always be an unknown soul

This is the way she will always be told