Show me… show me where it hurts,
show me all the parts you hate so much.
Show me the scar from where he
punched you last week
while violating all that’s precious and sacred about you.
Speak to me from the depth that you were told wasn’t good enough to be revealed.
Tell me all the things you hate so much about yourself:
from the way you think your hair is too kinky to give your face the perfect frame,
to the way you give everything of yourself for the sake of needing someone,
and only received pain.
I need to see the depth of your pain, because that’s where I will start.
Let Me cushion your brokenness in all that’s whole about Me.
I’ll speak life into what seem unrepairable and help you like yourself
enough to love you.
I’ll love you until you’re whole again and climb every wall circumstances
have caused you to build so high;
Let Me love you… right where it hurts.