Lost Vision

I see her but she cannot see me.

Staring with such curiosity,

 Looking to disagree,

Heavy in thoughts being blind with envy,

Lost in the pit of misery.

While fallen tears remind her of the memories,

Of all the pain, betrayals, and deceit.

She falls to her knees,

For she knows, “Ask and you shall receive,”

As she whispers, “I believe.”

And her entire debt paid in royalty,

Because all you need is faith the size of a mustard seed.

Her image carved in gold as God intended it to be,

Once living as the lost sheep,

While in a daze with the greatest mystery,

Of all chains broken before thee,

And laying upon His feet.

I see her; she sees me.

I am…She!

Mz Dee