Where Is the Turtle?

She wants to come out and play.
Where is the turtle on this sunshiny day?

She’s in a shell so protective and safe.
Why does she feel like a little waif?

The hope is there to be seen.
If she stays inside, what can she glean?

The hope is there to be felt.
Why is she afraid of what she’ll be dealt?

If she never does come out,
Will she ever know what God’s love is all about?

A little courage is all it’ll take.
Is it still too much for it to awake?

There’s a chance that all her thoughts could be right.
Will she try, just to end up in a fight?

If she stays hidden from all,
Will she keep herself from a fall?

To even think of taking that chance makes her ill.
Is it too big of a hill?

It’s so depressing living in the darkness all alone.
Does she just need someone to set the tone?

There’s a hand that comes from above.
Will she feel it reach out with never-ending love?

If she makes an appearance for all to see,
Will she finally be free?

Maybe what she’s used to isn’t the best.
Is she really getting much needed rest?

She hears exciting things as they pass by.
Is the talk in her head all a lie?

A negative voice she hears has been her guide.
Is it really the fallen angel by her side?

There’s a small, quiet voice she also hears.
Is there more to this life than fear?

That voice says trust me.
Can she possibly agree?

To change how she’s been living is hard.
How can she not stay on guard?

She thinks the voice is telling her to experience growth.
Is it possible to be in and out both?

Something deep inside says to go.
Is that hope and courage beginning to flow?

There’s still something there reminding her there’s danger.
Even so, the calm voice asked, “Do you know the story of a babe in the manger?”

She remembers hearing something from the past.
So why does she think she deserves to be last?

Stronger than ever the loud voice has to disagree.
Yet, isn’t she tired of having to flee?

Into her self-made prison she stayed.
Doesn’t she know who she obeyed?

How fearful of always being too slow was a reason she hid.
Did she know it affected everything she did?

There was someone who was willing to buy her for a price.
Think again, is the angel of darkness really being nice?

A greater lesson has not been taught.
Did she know the life given for her would be for naught?

The battle was raging inside.
Was she going to believe in the One who died?

It wasn’t that she didn’t believe.
Could she think it was her that couldn’t achieve?

If she trusted enough to step out in faith to run the race,
Would she finally see it’s all about grace?

She’d let the unknown control her for way too long.
Wasn’t that the trick of the devil making her feel she didn’t belong?

The more her eyes turned toward the light,
She asked, “Have I been missing out because of fright?”

She would now question the lies that had been cast.
Was it really the fear in her that amassed?

There were great things planned for her life.
Could it be why there’s been so much strife?

As she boldly believed in what had been laid,
Was it time to understand what really made her afraid?

It wasn’t really her fear embedded so deep.
Did she understand it was the devil’s fear of her taking that leap?

She had strength that came from above.
Does she realize the symbol of a dove?

It defines the presence of God.
Isn’t it the Trinity we should laud?

The turtle saw everything in an amazing light,
Don’t you think it’s time for her to take flight?

She was fed a lie that skewed her perception.
After learning it all, did she deserve the resurrection?

Instead of answering that it’s a gift,
She asked herself, “Will I ever be able to cross the rift?”

The time had come, and even with doubts, she prayed and stepped.
Wasn’t it time for only God’s truth to be kept?

A turtle is great when that’s God’s plan.
Wasn’t he the one who even created man?

He wants us to be exactly who He formed.
Since the devil knew he’d lost, don’t you think he fumed and stormed?

The lies were showing, and the turtle looked quite regal.
Don’t you see that the turtle was really an eagle?

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound.
That hiding turtle can no longer be found!