Perfect

The little girl is one in a million,

The little girl is precious and rare

And perfect in her creation.

The little girl is softly praying for a better day.

A better age.

An age wise enough to understand

and acknowledge.

The little girl lets her eyes probe innocently,

time and time again, asking questions that

delights hearts.

The little girl wonders at the trees

and the soft fragrant breeze,

The little girl holds her bleeding heart out for the Saviour to see.

She waits for him to touch her, assuringly, protectively and say,

“She is perfect. She will remain perfect.”