I tried to sound strong when she called to check on me that night
I didn’t want to ruin her good mood
She had just left her Saturday night date
She said that everything had gone great

I guess I didn’t do such a good job disguising my hurt
Don’t say another word Jenni
I’m just leaving the city
I’ll be there in thirty minutes

I was waiting at the door when she arrived
Like a pitiful sick child

I tried explaining my hurt
She shushed me quiet
As she wiped the tear away
Tell it to God in your own special way

She pulled me to the sofa
Wrapped me in her loving arms
Rubbing on my back
She began humming a song

My tears began to flow freely
They were like big rain drops
Running down my face
Staining her beautiful dress of lace

Next she did the strangest thing
She pulled out her big black comb
She began running it thru my hair
As though she was trying to comb away all my despair

I felt her sectioning my hair off into small parts
The lines were running vertical and
horizontal like that of a chart...
She was braiding my hair

I continued to pray, as she continued to hum
I was being comforted by this sisterly bond
After every braid was complete
She moved me from her caring arms to the sofa seat

A kiss on my forehead I received
She packed her bag as she started to leave
She turned and said I love you as she started for the door
But remember Jenni God loves you more