Gifts

The tears are trickling down my cheeks,
My eyes are swolen and red.
My thoughts are going way too fast
As I think of her fears unsaid.

She hides her pain inside her heart,
But to me it's on her face.
I see her cringe at her past life,
She knows not of God's warm grace.

All she has to do is look and say,
I'm ready to be forgiven.
I want You to dwell inside me now,
And change the way I've been living.

Why is it I know all this?
I can't help but truely care.
All I can do is pray for her,
Her heart I cannot repair.

But it doesn't really seem,
Like that helps all that much.
I wish I could see her change,
I wish her heart I could touch.

What use is knowing her pain,
If there's nothing I can do?
Why can't I have some other gift,
One that doesn't hurt, oh, I need You.