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Why me?
Lord Why Me
I remember when I was just a little girl.
With a pretty smile, and head of curls.
I played with my dolls each and everyday.
With thoughts in my mind of a real one someday.
I had about 100 you know
Each with a smile and name of its own.
The years went by and I stopped playing with dolls.
Mom keeps them all together, on shelves on the walls.
I'm all grown up now, and a woman to see.
But Lord something must be wrong with me.
I tried to get pregnant and have a child of my own.
But it wouldn't happen, so I called my Doc on the phone.
They brought me in, they conducted test.
For 17 years they did many many test.
The results they gave, was like a shot to the chest.
Straight through my heart those words did go.
Leaving a huge scar, and a empty black hole.
The doctor said while holding my hand.
You'll never give birth to a future woman or man.
There's something wrong, it can't be healed.
Crying my heart out I thought, this can't be real.
Why have I gone and received one of life's unfair deals.
I want my own baby, I want one for real.
Then I really broke down and cried alot for awhile.
As I thought to myself, I need my own special child.
Why has this happened, and why Lord to me.
I thought you watched over, and gave blessings to thee.
My life had ended in that office that day.
I even gave up the desire to pray.
Years have gone by since I found out the news.
And I still have these empty motherly blues.
I found that I can help others in need.
And I think God intended to give me this deed.
For even though I have not young of my own.
I've seen through the years, many young children grown.
And wish I could share that with one of my own.
Though I hurt inside still, when I see a new born child.
And long deep inside to just hold one for awhile.
To feel that bondage, between mother and child.
Oh Lord please, I've waited awhile.
Why can't you grant me, my own newborn child.
I know deep inside, how non mothers feel.
And I know I'm not alone, in this lonely ordeal.
But we know in our hearts, this feeling so strong.
If we had our own child, all this suffering and pain would be gone.
Cause the bondage between us would be ever so strong.
Why can't I have one, healthy and strong.
Oh why me LORD, what did I ever do wrong.
Then hear my Prayers, and make me strong.
Tell me that I did no wrong.
And heal my scars, from deep within.
Then place your hand upon my chin.
And let my soul be born again.
Healed and normal from deep inside.
And to my husband the most perfect Bride.
Then the love we'll share as if all new.
Lord I have just one more wish of you.
I guess I've wished this for so long.
A woman's dream, that is so strong.
I'll ask you nicely once again.
Grant my wish a child within.
Written by a friend of Angels.
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