The door's been broken

Ever since the demon came

And looted your child


Left vulnerable

You searched in shadows for lost

Hope under branches


When nothing was found,

Focused and hysterical,

You wailed in the darkness


He turned the light on

And came running toward you

Offering comfort


His words truly were

Flowing, life-giving water

As He spoke to you

Quelling your frantic worries

When He called you Amanda




A/N: My name's not Amanda. When I woke up, I looked it up in the dictionary. Amanda is Latin and means "worthy to be loved".