A Anato Swu
Satakha town, Zunheboto
Rejected and left alone- hopeless and sad.
She never knew that life could turn so bad.
Like a beautiful flower, she once bloomed;
Then like a lost lover, her life was doomed.
All for a bad choice she so foolishly made
In pursuit of pleasure that was subtly clad
By the evil that prowl'd to seek and devour
Her precious soul e'en before life was over.
Abandoned to her lonely self by the world,
She wondered if she would ever grow old
With all her scars and the stories they told.
She longed to be interred in her grave cold.
Silent she went- lost to self & to dear ones.
Till Love came to let bygones be bygones;
On t'at glorious day w'en Mercy took flight
With Grace to lift her from her sorry plight.
And so while she grieved for her ugly scars,
Love and Mercy and Grace fought her wars
Mending her heart with the thread of Hope,
Giving her pow'r t'at she may learn to cope.
It felt wonderfully good when it was done.
E'ery ugly thing about her scars was gone!
Heaven had replaced them with its beauty,
Giving in divine exchange hope for eternity.
And so, for her scars she sings and dances.
Ever grateful to the God of second chances
Who allowed her to script a beautiful story
Behind every scar she wears, for His glory.
Once forgotten, and left to die as a recluse;
Once forsaken as a hopeless life of no use,
Today she sings a song of beauty for scars,
Praising the Trinity who still fights her wars.
