POEM: The great song ever sung

There she kneels, with tears so transparent in the corner of her room
Such a dirty, unclean place where she spends
So much of her time crying over the sorrows of her life
As terrible as this place may be
This is her stage and she is the center of attention to the Host of heaven.

The broken bed, the torn pictures off the walls and the disfigured closet
Are all witnesses to this woman’s pain,
The agony that she has experienced here no one knows of
If they knew, they probably wouldnt care
As unimportant and worthless as she may appear
She is the object of a heavenly Father’s love, and a Savior’s passion.

She moves her hands as they tremble above her head
Like the dance of one without hope
She seems to be reaching for someone
Anyone to help her out of this peril
But no one sees, no one helps
Her movement may be tasteless
But to Yahweh it is the dance of a Queen before her Majesty.

The beat of her heart is steadily increasing as she now knows what she must do
She has made a resolution to bring her pain to Yahshua
To give unto Him what no one can bear
No not even her, for this pain is too much for her frail frame
Her feeble mind, her brittle heart.

Finally, with a loud cry she calls unto Him, for aid, for peace
For something only He can give unto her
Her cries are those of a life tormented by the fires of grief
So troubling to anyone who may hear her
But no one hears her, except He who needs to hear her,
Her blessed Savior
He sees this woman so beautiful, so majestic
He sees her as a princess worthy of all respect, love and dignity
Her clothes are royal robes in his eyes, her stench, the sweetest fragrance to Him
Her cries are the soothing sonet of a Siren, tranquil and serene.
He sees a Queen Esther, Deborah or Hannah, calling out to Him
Her performance, her repenteance is perfectly beautiful
Her song, is the greatest song ever sung.