Last thing she saw was her mama's hand
When she woke up she hurt again
Her head throbbed and her body hurt
But it was her heart that broke
And she cried harder than before
The pain was too much
Her soul was aching and sore
Would she make it out
Would she live to see her 13th birthday
Her mama's hand came down again
Her hand grasped the knife
The pain was searing but somehow healing
But it was her heart that broke
And she cried harder than before
The pain was too much
Her soul was aching and sore
Would she make it out
Would she live to see her 16th birthday
Her daddy's heart became like stone
He cared only for himself
As he took advantage of her
But it was her heart that broke
And she cried harder than before
The pain was too much
Her soul was aching and sore
Would she make it out
Would she live to see her 18th birthday
Up against the wall she fell fighting for her life
Prince Charming had just ridden in and grabbed the wielding knife
Her parents said "No, he cannot have you"
But it was her heart that broke
And she cried harder than before
The pain was too much
Her soul was aching and sore
Would she make it out
Would she live to see her 21st birthday
Her mama's hand raised just one last time
Her daddy stepped over the boundary line
"I'm leaving and don't follow" were the last words she spoke
But it was her heart that broke
And she cried harder than before
The pain was too much
Her soul was aching and sore
But she would make it out
By God's grace she was saved
Her Father in heaven raised His hand saying enough
Bring her here so I can hold her close
She climbed up into His lap and cried
But it was His heart that broke
And He cried as His soul ached
But He waited and His heart broke
But He knew she would make it
He led her through her darkest days
She didn't cry hard as she had before
Her heart was safe
In the hands of her Father
Her heart was free and her soul had wings
She had made it to God's mercy seat
Jana Brannon-lyrics and music
dedicated to all people who are or have been victims of abuse
copyright 2010
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