Stand beside me as I look at my grief,
for innocence lost
and childhood stolen.
Help me hold my grief.
Help me honor my grief.
Help me let my grief go.

Take my hand as I look at my rage,
for his maddening persistence,
violating the boundaries he knew were there.
Help me hold my rage.
Help me honor my rage.
Help me let my rage go.

Wrap me in Your arms as I look at my loneliness,
for years of aching in silence,
imagining that my emotional isolation
was for a greater good.
Help me hold my loneliness.
Help me honor my loneliness.
Help me let my loneliness go.

Fill and surround me,
give me the strength to
finally look at the little girl I was,
the one I try not to resent for her silence,
for her timidity,
the one with wide eyes
and an aching heart,
trying so hard to love the best way she knows how.

Teach me now to love like You,
that I might be strong enough
to hold the little girl.
To honor the little girl.
To let the little girl go.