Standing alone on pebbled carpets grey
No longer a child
Life was asking, "Why this way?"
Bleeding now from sorrows muddy past
the watching world
Bore no answers for this lass.
On this sad day my mourning dove sang,
Should I stay awhile-
or give me away?
I to my daddy's bosom might fly
I his loving eye
But he no longer
He was now on the winds of Heaven's cheer.
The "Aha" would arrive
when upon the Spirits hint I came...
To turn my white frame to black again.
If I but put on darkened face
this maid then too
Might embrace her whitened case.
My inner castle walls
once facing in...now facing out
the removal of life's "rejection shout"
This frame given by God
in humor and in glee
For I was both black and white on the inside you see.
It was the love of God that set me free at last.
For He who made me thus,
turned out ashen clay from brown dust.
Climbing now the hills pf grace
I discover once again
the colors of His face.