he listened, and he heard
he heard my heart speak
its sorrow and its lament
over false accusations
the hurtful words
rang in my head for so long
that I began to believe
that they were true
his voice was soothing
his words kind
"that's not you" he said
"that's not who you are"
he knew me
even when I didn't know myself
he reassured me
when my confidence was ebbing low
and now, I can hold my head up high
I can be sure that who I am
is God's delightful child
whose only desire is to please Him
