when it doesn't fit

she stumbles as she steps
shoes slipping off her feet
pulling at the wrong dress
how perfect feels like defeat

helpful voices chiming in
with comments on eyebrows
suggestions flooding in
on anything she allows

she tilts her head and thinks
how do they make it easy
while nothing works for her
and now she's feeling queasy

the chatter fades away
as she walks back to her car
the glass ceiling still in place
she never gets too far

always on the outside
she never quite belongs
in spite of all her doings
she cannot join the throngs

in the end she longs to be
just loved for who's inside
but a hundred wounds cry out
causing her to hide

she stumbles to the fight
Goliath standing tall
and cries for help to come
someone to catch her fall

He's coming fast and strong
His eyes are flaming fire
He loves no strings attached
He lifts her from the mire

she lifts her hands in joy
reminded of His price
His all that she might live
to love His sacrifice