A girl of 15
A gift given to the wrong one
Left her feeling used, damaged, demeaned
It's too late for me, she thought
What I've done, I can't forget
The lie that she was now worthless
Set her up for years of heartbreak and regret
Who would want her now?
Someone broken, complicated, not white
Surely no one would
She couldn't see she was still her Father's delight
Despite her sin and wrong choices
He had a glorious plan unfolding
An unborn baby girl He used
Her future He was molding
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