Sometimes I feel unheard. Sometimes I grieve for others in marginalized spaces whose intrinsic worth is often underestimated. Sometimes I try madly to see and hear and notice what could get overlooked. I wish no one ever felt like they don’t matter. Sometimes those feelings overwhelm me–and so, I lament.

  

From the secret whispers of the unheard;

From the hidden places of the overlooked;

From the tarnished treasure of the underestimated…

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Who hears the cries of your cherished children? Why do they scream out loud or sob in dark corners unheard?

Who can see their wounds—the scars beneath the skin? Why do the vulnerable get overlooked?

Who looks down to notice what everyone else tramples on? Why are some underestimated?

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Like an attentive mother hears the uneven rhythm of a newborn’s breath, you hear the sobs and whispers of your little one’s erratic heart. 

Like a curious child seeking seashells in the sand, you see with wonder those trampled down beneath the surface.

As Your best creative craftsmanship, you unfold the secret potential of your treasured ones.

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When we feel muted, you whisper we are worthy.

When we feel invisible, you see our vulnerable places.

When we feel underestimated, you value our treasured potential.

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O Lord, reveal to me Your secret wonders. 

Guide me to Your diamonds in rough places.

Open my ears to the whispered rhythms of praise and resilience and worth that could be missed.

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For you, God, are intentional.

You hear us in soundproof spaces.

You are worthy

You see value in our design.

You are King of abundant treasure.

You cherish those You seek and find.