She was four years old when the world would let her down. Her protectors let abuse in, and before long, withdrawal, depression, and destruction would be the expressions used to describe this once vibrant little girl. She created a world deep within herself where no one was hurting her.
Her eyes could see, but hands could not touch, the one person she felt knew her, and could hear all of her silent cries of pain. Armed with only her vocabulary, and the inspiration of one, she soon discovered how to deal with all she was facing, and had encountered in the past.
It was now time to let her words speak for her, and give a demonstrative performance of her gift; the gift of poetry and song.
And soon, the God she had heard of all of her life, was the God she'd come to know for herself.