Poetry

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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.
Amen


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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