In every oyster there lies the ability
to produce something rare
truth like a grain of sand will produce
the pearl that is hidden there
Young woman you are often mocked and scorned
And told you never should have been born
You want to run awyay, to hide your hurt
Your heart is wounded, bleeding and torn
God makes no mistakes
every life is special
every life is planned
Seeds can sprout in sand
Open yourselves up to the spirit of God
Grown in grace and maturity
Be what He wants you to be
Your beauty your strength lies deep withing you
Young woman, young girl
open yourselves up to God
Allow him to reveal your pearl
