This Mother’s Day please
remember that for every child that is unwanted a woman's heart may be crying
for what you have rejected. Before you make a choice to end a life, think about
those arms that hunger to hold what you carry within your body...then chose life!
Baby tears,
Baby tears,
I cried them silently,
All the long lonely years.
Whether my husband was by my
side,
Or far away.
Whether I felt the forgiveness
of God,
Or watched as other people’s
children played.
Within my yearning heart,
Was a brokenness that could not
be mended,
A need that seemed to large to
be tended,
A sad story that never ended.
Mama’s tears,
Mama’s tears,
There is no son or daughter here
to see,
All the sorrow I cried out,
While others took for granted,
That which was denied me.
Papa’s tears,
Papa’s tears,
For the children that never
came,
As my life played out and my
husband left,
Unable to face the pain,
Of condemnation and religious
shame.
Barren years,
Facing fears,
Fears of recrimination, and
more,
Then, when I gave up,
Gave up all,
Look what God had in store!
Baby girl,
A blessing of love,
Mine to tend,
Given from above,
Not from my womb
Or my husbands seed,
Yet mine at last,
Mine indeed!
Teenage girls,
Gods’ sweet pearls,
Reassurance of the rightness of
things,
Part and parcel of the joy
Messiah brings,
No time to fret over children
never born,
Less time to morn over a
lifetime of love scorned.
Artist child, meek and mild,
Timid in every way,
Could the blessing be mine,
At last,
Or,
Will you run away?
About Paula Rose Michelson
To
read the first few pages or purchase the author’s Christian self-help book, How Did We Become Angry, are interested in
Beginning Anew: The Naomi Chronicles,
or Books One and Two of Casa de Naomi: The House of Blessing: please visit: http://amzn.to/1d2BOl2
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