Alone in a crowded room she stood.
She stood up.
She stood out.
She stood firm.
With a broad smile dashed across her face;
She just stood.
I looked at her and I pondered;
Moments passed and I just wondered,
Why was she glowing the way she was?
What made her so elated?
It almost seemed as though she won… something.
Something was causing her to burst with happiness.
It was all over her face.
Clearly originating from a place…
Deep inside of her.
There she was standing.
I was barely comprehending;
Why?
All those around her blurred;
My focus was on her…
For as long as my attention could span.
But just before I was lost,
She opened her mouth
And she spoke.
She said
“I am happy”
I laughed to myself;
I already knew this.
But why are you happy?
“I met a man!
Not just any man.
I met Jesus;
And He died for me.
He loved me before I knew myself.
He loved me when I was lost in the world.
Now I stand,
Declaring to all here
That I stand because I have chosen
To follow My Jesus.”
Then I understood.
So then I too stood.
It was no longer just her
But now two;
Alone in a crowded room.
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