Broken but not lost

She looked up at her mother and then started to cry
What ever had she done wrong, was there a reason why
Her mother would beat her until bruises were found
Why was it she was beaten whenever no one was around?

Her mother was so violent and so quick with the curse
Never did she hug her or give her money for her purse
The little one was so ragged and so inwardly small
She appeared as a poor one and was laughed at by all.

The teachers worked together to make up for her lot
They would give her obligations that no one else got
She was broken and tattered and such a pitiful sight
She was always so fearful with the coming of night.

Many others would speak of her sister being hurt
But few ever realized she was being treated like dirt
For she was keeping it silent and hardly would speak
Only after she had left there did others get a peek.

Many were astonished at what she kept deep inside
Others said they knew of the things she would hide
But no one ever offered to help heal  what was sore
Until she came upon an angel with an ever open door.

Since then she's been changing and learning  how to see
That she's worthy of God's love; and  it is her destiny
And though she can't retrieve back any one of those years
She's risen up a new creation,  washed clean by her tears