I heard him call out, he called me by name.

I stopped to listen then went on my way.

Its not that I didn’t care what he had to say it was just that I had better things to do that day. 

The world that I lived in was so full of hurt, lavished with beatings, pain buried like treasure deep in the dirt.

Silently weeping, pulling strings from my hair, nobody knew or nobody cared.

 I heard him call out, he called me by name.

I stopped to listen then went on my way.

Its not that I didn’t care what he had to say it was just that I had better things to do that day.

Crying out from my window I called him by name.

He stopped and he listened to what I had to say.

I wasn’t that nice, my words cut like a knife, but he silently listened to me that night.

Night after night I begged and pleaded for him to just help, tired and worn from fighting this battle by myself.

Angry and exhausted I fell asleep, not looking forward to what tomorrow would bring.

All of this pain was more than I could bear, down went the pills I didn’t care.

 I heard him call out he called me by name.

I stopped to listen and decided to stay.

Suddenly I wanted to hear what he had to say, he promised to take all my pain away.

He looked beyond all the bruises and shame, he held me in his arms and loved me anyway.

He didn’t remind me of all that I’d done; he gave me the courage to simply hold on.

 I think back to the day when he called me by name.

The first time I listened to what he had to say.

How he remained faithful through my terrible suffering; he was my everything when I felt like I had nothing.

 I heard him call out, he called me by name.

I stopped to listen and gave my life to him that day.

No longer alone in the battles of this world, he guides me, advises me and gives me the strength to endure.

He’ll help me to follow this path that I’m on, He’ll help me to win this race that I run.

I hear him call out, he calls me by name.

Come let us go, let’s conquer this day!

~Cathy Pittillo