The Fight

She packed away the baby things,

And with that, her hope took flight-

Not many knew the grief she had carried –

The desperation and the fight.

Not only were the final years slipping away,

But it seemed that the possibility was none;

Her dream of having a little girl

Left as quickly as it had begun.

She screamed and sobbed;

It was not fair that depression had robbed her of much –

Nothing could bring back those younger years,

And the struggle to conceive was such,

That pain upon pain would grow and strangle

Each tender seedling of hope,

Nothing could change the longing inside;

Nothing could help her cope.

On lonely days with pity the theme,

It felt like God was not there;

Yet at the eleventh hour He seemed

To unveil His loving care.

It had held her through the hardest of times –

It had wept with her as she let go –

It had tenderly embraced her as a dear friend prayed

And laid on hands while she didn’t know,

That right about then a little life

Was blooming precious and strong –

What an amazing miracle of God

Who now lives her life in song.

And so for all who suffer still

In pain too great to bear –

My story stands as testament

To make you now aware –

That always One stands willingly

To hold you in darkest night,

And because He bled and took your place

He has power to win your fight.

She hath wings