That girl is on grieve Lord
Show her Your love, She needs Your love,
She is giving up on herself,
But show her You are not.
She is hurting herself, hide her under Your wings.
Don’t let anyone touch her but only Your hands.
She is on grieve but no one listens.
Show her that You are listening.
All the dropping tears cover her beautiful face.
Her soul is longing and asking.
She needs help but none understand.
Hide her Lord,
Under Your wings, she saved.
Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings
He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.