1992 © by Anna Marie Isgro
In a little town not known to man
Was a lovely girl in a red hairband.
So soft and sweet and kind was she:
Fifth-grade love, and roller-skating queen.
At only twelve, she liked me.
Must have come from a rich family,
But holes in the wall and bugs everywhere,
It wasn't exactly the great Wall Street.
Been all over the world and seen rich snobs in church,
Worn all the uniforms and had my choice perch.
But to say that precious girl wasn't much
Says that I had forgotten that I came from such.
To see this girl in my hometown
Reminds me of where I came
And how distant I've grown from all dirt and rags
To perfect uniforms and ways.
From bugs and insanity
To sweet fragrance and serenity,
Like diamonds are made
In beds of charcoal clay.
But it's so good to resee how Peace and Faith grew
In the hard spots of my youth.
When I saw that little girl,
How hard it was at all, I never really knew.
God is so faithful to bring you out
To what He brought you through.
And lets you see
What He brought you out of
With visions that understands more perfectly.
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