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
With the lies that surrounded her head –
Nothing and no one could pull her out;
It felt like even 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.
© M.R.P. 2019