The heart of Jesus
He mourns for people, not numbers
Every hair on your head is counted, truly truly HE sees us
Sometimes it is easy to forget this when life so easily encumbers.
Women, NOT numbers. Life, not death
Father, You hold our worth in your gentle hand
It is impossible for me to fathom Your height and your breadth
There is just so much that I do not understand
You see souls, intrinsic value
Not numbers, Abba, Not numbers
In the midst 0f lies you know what is true
You bring us to summer in the midst of Decembers
What can we do when man tries to pin numbers to the hip of an unnamed woman that YOU love?
She thinks that she doesn't even have a name
Father YOU know every part of her and your attention does not rove
Perhaps others may play with her existence but to YOU it is no game
Father all of your children - I beg you to take care of them
I beg you to rise up your own to bring them into your arms
If you are the flower I will be the stem
Lord let it be not "if" but "when"
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