Heartcry

Seeking answers for the deepest cry of the heart: the desire to be loved and accepted for who you are.

Heartcry

I ran to daisies for an answer
But they were smiling just the same,
And couldn’t offer any guidance
To fight the fears which call my name—

So next I sprinted for the sea:
I read my tears within the waves,
And knew that though it cried with me
It had no power which could save—

But then I saw a hand held out,
And suddenly free from all alarm
I found the answer I had sought
Enveloped in my Daddy’s arms.