She has been abadoned,
Considered stupid and useless for her belief.
Her dad has thrown her out.
Her mom who conceived her has disowned her.
Her supposed lover has denied her.

She's now on the street.
No where to call her home.
No brother to rest on.
No sister to laugh with.
No mom to run to.
No dad to cater for her.

Who would love her?
Who would clothe he?
Her sandals is worn of,
Her hair is tangled.
To whom will she go to?

Her life is worthless.
No food to eat,
No water to drink.
She just sits down and cries.
All day long she weeps.
Her beauty is wearing away,
Who would lend her a helping arm?

Everyone has called her cursed,
But now her maker has to prove them all wrong.
So he gave her a helping arm,
He gave her his shoulder to rest on.

He set her on a pinnacle no man can ever reach.
He became her helper,
And now success has begun to shine on her.
Her beauty is back,
Her strength is back.

All who left her are pleading,
They're all pleading for forgiveness.
Now they need her help.
She is lifted,
She is made to stand,
God has given her the opportunity to be established.

And now she laughs,
She smiles,
She is a helpmate,
She is glorified.
© Amarachi