No one saw the chains that reigned inside her heart.
No one saw the hatred that ripped her apart.
No one saw the way she wished she could look.
No one saw the wounds her heart took.
Except the only One who knew her, the One who saw the need.
The One who gets the glory, the One who takes the lead.
The God of Heaven and Earth, the One who formed her being.
The God who made her inmost parts, who Himself, is all seeing.