One day I dug a little hole
And put my hurt inside
I thought that I could just forget
I'd put it there to hide.
  
But that little hurt began to grow
I covered it every day
I couldn't leave it and go on
It seemed the price I had to pay.
  
My joy was gone, my heart was sad
Pain was all I knew.
My wounded soul enveloped me
Loving seemed too hard to do.
  
One day, while standing by my hole
I cried to God above
And said, "If You are really there --
They say, You're a God of Love!"
  
And just like that -- He was right there
And just put His arms around me
He wiped my tears, His hurting child
There was no safer place to be.
  
I told Him all about my hurt
I opened up my heart
He listened to each and every word
To every sordid part.
  
I dug down deep and got my hurt
I brushed the dirt away
And placed it in the Master's hand
And healing came that day.
  
He took the blackness of my soul
And set my spirit FREE!
Something beautiful began to grow
Where the hurt used to be.
  
And when I look at what has grown
Out of my tears and pain
I remember every day to give my hurts to Him
And never bury them again.
  
By Carol Parrott