​My Child...

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I've watched you searching,

Scroll after scroll,

Post after post,

For something,

Anything that will tell you,

That you are enough.

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You give your heart to strangers, 

Those that only see a highlight.

You let comments shape your confidence,

And filters bury your face.

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You've forgotten the sound of my voice,

Because the noise is always on.

You crave love,

But you reach for hands that let go,

As quickly as they double-tap.

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I made you for more than this.

More than applause that fades,

More than friends who disappear,

More than trends that lie,

And numbers that never satisfy.

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I see the ache behind your eyes.

I see the smile you fake,

When the likes don't come.

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And it breaks my heart.

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Because I've never stopped loving you.

Not for one second.

Not when you stopped praying.

Not when you stopped believing I cared.

 Not even when you traded my truth,

For their approval. 

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Come back to me.

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Let me remind you who you are:

You are mine.

You are loved

You are known-fully.

Not by a screen.

Not by a crowd.

But by the one who formed your soul in secret,

 And called it good.

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I'm still here.

Not for your performance.

Not for your perfection.

Just.....for you.

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There's nothing you've done,

That I won't redeem.

There's no version of you,

That I don't love.

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Put the phone down.

Lift your eyes.

And come home to me.

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Your worth was never meant to be scrolled for.

It was written in blood,

On a cross, 

By the One who will never,

Unfollow you.

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--Love your Creator

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