To the girl denying her heart,
I can hear you dying.
I can hear the terror inside your bones.
When you cry because he isn't calling.
Because you know inside yourself,
he is not going to love you like you deserve,
but you'll give yourself to him regardless.
To the girl who didn't wait,
but desires to things the right way this time.
I am you.
I feel your heart.
I hear your insecurities and your hesitations.
I hear your trepidation,
"Could I really be deserving of a love like that?"
And the answer is yes.
My dear, you deserve God's best.
And you can have it when you tell the Lord,
"Yes!"
to all His plans.
To the girl reading this with half of a heart.
I know you too, I once sat where you are.
I was once dead, and you might not be yet.
But the more you deny yourself and conform
to what they tell you to be,
the more you will have to regret.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
To the girl denying her heart,
I can hear you dying.
I can hear the terror inside your bones.
When you cry because he isn't calling.
Because you know inside yourself,
he is not going to love you like you deserve,
but you'll give yourself to him regardless.
To the girl who didn't wait,
but desires to things the right way this time.
I am you.
I feel your heart.
I hear your insecurities and your hesitations.
I hear your trepidation,
"Could I really be deserving of a love like that?"
And the answer is yes.
My dear, you deserve God's best.
And you can have it when you tell the Lord,
"Yes!"
to all His plans.
To the girl reading this with half of a heart.
I know you too, I once sat where you are.
I was once dead, and you might not be yet.
But the more you deny yourself and conform
to what they tell you to be,
the more you will have to regret.
