It was a snowy cold day
But the trumpets they played,
Little did they know that he was all she had left...
Unknown, alone, forgotten, and used,
With naught a soul in the world;
Her eyes filled with tears as she sought for a light...a light to illuminate her very dark path.
But then he had come into her life...
He loved her, accepted her, carried her through the night
Into a loving light.
She thought about Heaven so much that she dreamed that she tasted the river of life...
You see, this girl's name was Leánna,
She had shed her tears all alone...
Used by her father and shunned by her mother,
Thrown about, kicked out, left on the street...
She had begged for her food and eaten with the wild dogs,
Until she found had a place, but a pit of the devil was it...
There she was used and torn and abused for a dinner and a pillow for her head;
Too battered to eat, too sick to seek sleep, disease-ridden, flea-bitten, foul as the last days,
But then came the face who didn't care what you'd done, who bore it all on Himself, no matter the pain
He loved, He died, He shed His own blood, to give her a new life, no matter what she'd done;
This is a Savior, this is a King, this is the Lord of Lords, Ruler of everything.
He saved her that day, and took her too,
And now she's drinking the River of Life,
Just as you can, my dear one, too.
