A Barren Womb

1Sing, O barren, thou that didst not bear; break forth into singing, and cry aloud, thou that didst not travail with child: for more are the children of the desolate than the children of the married wife, saith the LORD.

2Enlarge the place of thy tent, and let them stretch forth the curtains of thine habitations: spare not, lengthen thy cords, and strengthen thy stakes;

3For thou shalt break forth on the right hand and on the left; and thy seed shall inherit the Gentiles, and make the desolate cities to be inhabited.

4Fear not; for thou shalt not be ashamed: neither be thou confounded; for thou shalt not be put to shame: for thou shalt forget the shame of thy youth, and shalt not remember the reproach of thy widowhood any more.

5For thy Maker is thine husband; the LORD of hosts is his name; and thy Redeemer the Holy One of Israel; The God of the whole earth shall he be called.

6For the LORD hath called thee as a woman forsaken and grieved in spirit, and a wife of youth, when thou wast refused, saith thy God.

7For a small moment have I forsaken thee; but with great mercies will I gather thee.

8In a little wrath I hid my face from thee for a moment; but with everlasting kindness will I have mercy on thee, saith the LORD thy Redeemer.

9For this is as the waters of Noah unto me: for as I have sworn that the waters of Noah should no more go over the earth; so have I sworn that I would not be wroth with thee, nor rebuke thee.

A Barren Womb

Thank you Oh Lord, that You have not forgotten me or my barren womb

For there was a time when I locked the pain away, till my heart became an empty tomb

Trying to ignore my private pain, of a woman unfulfilled this day

Wondering what evil lurked in me, that you chose to take my child away

When I knew no children would be my fate I tried to overcome the loss on my own

Pouring myself into others, so the love you gave me ,would finally have a home

And I wish I could say it was enough, but even this victory fell flat and sadness still did reign

Slowly over time my heart became luke warm and I stopped calling out  Your name

Content was I when You put me on the shelf because I thought it was better than always screwing up

After  a life time of failures I began to think  that even    You, Lord could not help

But in your glorious greatness you Knew my private pain and  the shame I could  not bare

And in Your tender way you called me back to church, because you had some words to share

From the mouth of your  faithful  servant, who preached Your word that day

You made me realize You had not given up on me, no matter how badly I behaved

So I will lift my voice in song, trusting in Your word and the mercy You extend to me

Rejoicing in Your spirit as I follow in Your ways, I will lay down my sorrow all to thee

Great is your faithfulness , Lord unto me.

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About mechristandchronicdisease

Poet, dreamer, writer who lives on ten acre farm shared with Husband and soulmate along with numerous furry four footed creatures. Passionate about Jesus Christ and the way he can transform a life.
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