For you cry.
For stripes
across your back,
Rip your
heart apart.
For mental anguish
is worse
than physical.
For you
wipe your eyes.
For you
pray for help.
Though,
God says,
Dear child,
For inside you
Down deep
In your soul,
A dormant feeling occupies.
That I
instilled in you
before birth.
For reach down.
For that energized emotion
now breathes life.
For your
strength replaces weakness.
For you're
with sword
in hand.
Standing tall.
Facing adversaries.
For the strength
of an archangel,
You now acquire
from heaven above.
