Place

Out of place?
Or right where she
Was always meant
To be?

Growing in a place,
In circumstances,
Against all odds.
With so few chances

To change,
Or blossom.

Stuck in the grasp
Of a pattern,
Of repeated mistakes,
Drowning in defeat.

Choked by the hold
Of her keeper,
With no freedom to
Move or breathe,

To live,
Or dream.

But He steps in,
With gentle fingers,
Lifting her up beyond
The grasp of uncertainty.

He heals the pain
And gives her peace,
A Love that never fails,
With infinite chances

To change,
And blossom.
To live,
And dream.

To be saved.
To be redeemed.
To believe.

Even when it seems
impossible, when her story
Seems too broken, too
Empty, too useless,

He makes a way,
Taking the broken pieces and
Turning them into something
Beautiful. Something hopeful.

Something meaningful.

Out of place?
Or right where she
Was always meant
To be?

In this place, in
This exact spot, situation-
Something, somewhere, only
He can use perfectly.