Barren! What an empty word.
"Thou shall not conceive."
My woman's heart was broken,
Yet I struggled to believe...
To believe that God still loved me,
To believe He hears my prayer,
To believe there is a purpose
In this cross I'm called to bear.
Many have walked this painful path
Strewn with shattered dreams
Of fairy tales and lullabies...
All gone! Or so it seemed.
There'll be no lace, no ruffles,
No bassinet, no crib,
No midnight feedings at my breast,
No rocking chair, no bib.
Dare I seek a miracle
Against such hopeless odds?
"Take heart!" I hear Heaven's whisper,
"Nothing's too hard for God."
I knelt before His Mercy Seat
In all my pain and grief.
My prayer, now sealed in salty tears,
Ascends to find relief...
"Lord, I believe in miracles,
Help mine unbelief."
Many years have come and gone
Since I knelt down to pray.
Some days my faith is bright and strong...
And others cold and gray.
Then something stirred beneath my heart,
Rekindled fires of faith.
Lord, could this be my miracle?
I scarcely bear the wait...
Then pregnant! What a blessed word!
Erasing years of sorrow.
Pregnant! How my heart does sing!
My baby, God's promise of tomorrow.
Lord, now I bow to offer praise,
Such grace bestowed on me!
Like Hannah in those days of old,
This child I give to Thee.
Although written in the first person, this is not my story. It was written for a woman who requested a poem about her daughter's miracle pregnancy and miracle baby after years of pain, waiting, prayer and faith.
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You have beautifully written my story without even knowing it. My husband and I then were blessed with three daughters and now have ten grandchildren!
He had given me a promise from scripture that hung on to in Psalm 113:9--"He settles the barren woman in her home as a happy mother of children.". With each successive child, he brought me that verse after each delivery while still in the hospital. Praise God!
I love your style of writing and look forward to reading more from your pen.
05 Oct 2006
Linda, this sounds like a prayer I prayed years ago. God never did give me children of my own, but he has given me many children througout the years, children of all ages--but never a baby. When I was young, I would cry because I couldn't hold a baby of my own in my arms. I even refused--in my selfish youth--to hold other people's newborns. But God made up for my empty arms, in many, many ways.
Beautiful anointed piece,so moving and so Beautifully written!!!
Yes,There is nothing to hard for God for He is the God of miracles!!!
Great Testimony to God's Power!!!