Becoming (Slona’s Story)

Verse 1 Down in Perry, Florida, where the southern pine trees grow Lived a little girl named Latoya, keeping her voice down low She was quiet, she was shy, tucked inside her own retreat Thinking nobody would care about the thoughts she would repeat Chorus Little girl don't be afraid, God knows what's taking place He loves enough that His son took your pain upon himself Every word that you keep hidden in the shadows of the dark Is a tiny piece of kindling that is bound to find a spark Verse 2 So she picked up a pencil, opened up a diary page And the quiet child found a way to step upon the stage Obsessed with big vocabulary, learning every flashcard line Weaving stories with her sister, watching simple words align Chorus Little girl don't be afraid, God knows what's taking place He loves enough that His son took your pain upon himself Every word that you keep hidden in the shadows of the dark Is a tiny piece of kindling that is bound to find a spark Bridge Then came the custom magazines, the hand-drawn paper sheets Waiting for the "Share Day" when the two sisters would meet Trading their diaries, switching up the roles Realizing that the stories could heal up broken souls Verse 3 The winter of her silence had to finally give way To the beauty of the purpose that was rising day by day From a lonely bedroom corner to the books upon the shelf She learned to trust the Spirit and believe in Him herself Outro Keep on writing, Slona, let the pages turn You've got a fire burning, let the whole world learn The quiet girl has spoken, the narrative is clear God was listening all along, and He held you near