Where is she now?

There's an old, old quilt sitting high on a shelf

It's torn and tattered, not unlike myself

Sometimes, at the oddest hour, in the still of night

Or, on my knees thanking God for morning light

I see it in my mind’s eye, I hear it calling out

Just as I do

When it was spanking new,

it sparkled as a dewy morn

Just as I did, so long ago,

on the day I was born

When I hear it calling my name

I sit motionless, sometimes feeling shame

My thought’s often race,

my heart beats a rapid pace

Too many times I've lived in guilt

Today, though, I realized,

as He opened my eyes

My life needs mending as simply

as that old tattered quilt

I will take it from the shelf

and I will tenderly touch

Each torn, tattered place;

I will hold it to my face

I will whisper thanks to my

precious great great grandmother

And to God who graciously

leads me unlike any other

He hears our cry, He holds our hand,

and helps us to understand

Even torn and tattered,

 mending our soul is what truly mattered

That laughin', happy girl is still here.

I'm going to find her now, and play!