Angel, Angel, So Wounded

What did he do?  Tear you apart?
Did he reach into your most sacred heart,
And with the treasures he found hidden there,
Build a fortress, stone walls without,
And lock you out, ere you were aware?

What does he see, once he turns the key?
Do hallowed heart-halls make him wish to flee?
Does Wounded Forever, in the air,
Cause this invader to fall on his face,
On glass floor, in sanctuary-now-lair?

"Wicked wolf, wicked wolf, let her back in!"
I cry to the beast locked deep within.
But wolf, having taken what can't be returned,
Shattered two souls in one evil move.
Was it far too late for wolf to learn?

You, O Wounded angel I saw
Standing soul-shattered with no balm at all,
No healing, no defense where legions should stand,
Blades ready, to defend only you,
God has GOOD things, healing things planned.

No angel, no healer, no wise man writes this,
But God can re-form all your stolen bliss.
Turn, quickly, to The-Hand-That-Wrote-All.
God's Hand can rewrite your future,
From this horrendous fall.

Angel, Angel, so wounded, so pure,
I cannot tell you, "You have to endure."
You shouldn't have to.  But I hope you choose
To keep persevering.
I hope you will choose.

Adam Scott Campbell