Unto You, God
By Peggy Curtice Harris
Dedicated to those thousands who's heart cry seemingly goes unheard by human ears.  These cries have been heard and carried on the wings of angels to the Most High. - August 18, 1990.

Unto you, God,
                I give my childish dreams, my all--
                Because my heart is tender,
                Yielded in love to you.

        Unto you, God,
                I bring my gifts and talents,
                Because of an inborn desire
                To give back what has so freely
                Been given to me in my youth.

        Unto you, God,
                I give, and give, and give
                Because it is demanded.
                Because of those who take away self esteem,
                        Value, and then drained,
                Because of the losses experienced,
                The hurt inflicted by those who say,
                        "It is required of you",
                I stand empty, a nothing.

        I give what is due you
                Because it is my duty,
                Giving without understanding
                Give through tears of pain
                Because it is only in this way
                That I can cling to any shred
                Of a sense of belonging to you.

        Unto you, God,
                I open my cold, hardened heart
                Softened by you, loving Spirit,
                When I could do nothing,
                Left, deserted, lonely, wandering aimlessly.
                Because you came,
                        Found me where I was
                                        And loved me!

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