Before I went,
I gave you a present,
Because I knew,
You’d sometimes feel blue.

People would make you tired,
Uninspired,
feeling no good,
and misunderstood.

You’d feel frustrated,
Hated,
Disgusted,
Mistrusted.

It’s hard being lonely,
By yourself only,
Taken advantage of;
Unable to be loved;
Alone,
With no real home.

At times like these
I beg you please,
To not think it silly
To consider the Lily,
and think on the gift I gave;

Remember He who will save,
and think on who
Is the true I am.
You’ll always have the Lamb.