The Gift

Her mascara was smeared as she walked down the lane,
They started laughing when they saw her pain.
Tears were spattered upon her face,
But they didn't care as she quickened her pace.

Her cute little nose was pink turning red,
Everyone judged her by the hair on her head.
She was no longer okay or even just fine,
They'd all broken her, they crossed the line.

But through all the pain and hidden lies,
She had a secret that brightened her eyes.
Her heart was broken but she was okay,
She wasn't the same since that one special day.

It was the season of giving, the season of love,
She received a gift that came from above.
It didn't cost money, not a petty cent,
It came from the heaven's and she knew what it meant.

Such an odd gift for such a little girl,
But to her it meant more than anything in the world.
It was more than gold, for nothing could compare,
To the feeling she got when He was standing there.

It was the season of celebration, the season of birth,
They called it Christmas but had no idea of it's worth.
They took it for granted and did not give,
They said carpe diem with no clue how to live.

There was something about her that no one got,
She had that courage that most people sought.
For she knew what was right deep in her heart,
A genuine believer right from the start.

Her life began that very night,
From then on out she fought a brave fight.
The path was hard and she tripped here and there,
But in the end nothing ever compared.

So you think you're okay cause you're physically alive,
But how many deaths will you spiritually die?
Think before you answer and you will receive,
The one gift I got when I finally believed.

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