"He could have called her home"
Although it seems like many years
The months were scarcely five
When on my knees to God I'd plead
My child he'd keep alive
Her body draped upon her bed
I saw her weak and frail
She fought for life as in her blood
The cells began to fail
Day by day her face revealed
The signs that life would flee
While day-by-day my Savior tried
The faith he'd placed in me
I'd cry for fear of losing faith
Yet in her room I'd smile
And pray "Dear Lord, relieve her pain
If only for a while"
For daughters, I had only one,
And would not let her go
I'd pray "Dear Lord, thy will be done"
Yet, in my heart I'd know
That should his will be one as such
To call her to his side
My heart would break to such extent
That I would want to hide
In hope his eyes would never see
The anger left in mine
When sadly facing his decree
Although it be divine
In selfishness I sought the hand
That held a healing touch
And found it would not move till I
Released her from my clutch
I watched through many sleepless nights
Her suffering and her pain
And found my fear had grown to such
My heart could not contain
My spirit warred against my flesh
For rule upon my heart
My love for God, my love for her
Could not be pulled apart
Through suffering, obedience came
And to my God I cried
Releasing her, though such release
Might take her from my side
And when my heart, on trembling knees,
Had finally set her free
The God of Heaven turned around
And gave her back to me!
Then, just so I would see his power
And glorify his name,
He touched my child, and with his touch
At once the healing came
Love could've easily called her home
But yet he let her stay
His healing touch reached far beyond
Her body on that day
He healed my selfish, fearful heart
And now I will proclaim
With humble gratitude, to all
The glory of his name.
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I have known that fear, this is beautiful.May God grant you continued blessings in your writtings.
I loved your poem! I am so glad your daughter was healed. I lost my first wife to cancer eight years ago. I have written a number of poems regarding the experience, but have shared few(none of mine were this powerful). Poetry was my personal healing mechanism and I am greatful to God for such a wonderful gift. I see, by reading your poem, that you are very gifted. Don't stop writing. It is a wonderous thing, both in good times and bad. You can look back years later and it is amazing how you can remember exactly how you felt when you wrote it. I would like to say thank you for sharing your experience with us. No need to critique anything, it is perfect... simply perfect! God bless you.
No comment can meet the grandeur of God reaching out to us.
I know your pain, my father died from cancer just over a year ago. Your poem was really moving. I thank you for sharing your trial.
What a testament to God's faith.
Norma - very well done! And a wonderful testimony.
Norma, I loved your poem. It was easy to read, flowed very smoothly and the intensity of feeling was very touching. Trusting the Lord through such testing must be one of the most difficult things a parent can face! God bless you!! Donna
What can I say? This was so incredibly moving. Beautifully written as only a loving Mother could write it. Thank you so much for sharing it with us. With love, Deb