On a winter morning,
I crouched on the floor,
In too much pain to move,
I heaved and I cried.
I could feel fate trying to rip my baby away,
Trying desperately to steal her from my womb.
Through all the pangs that hit one atop another,
And through the gush of blood,
I continued to cry out to the Lord,
Please, God, Don’t take my baby from me,
I’m not strong enough,
I could not live if she died,
I know her already,
Although she’s not even born,
You gave her to me,
Please don’t take her away.
Doctors could not explain,
How a miscarriage could start and stop so abruptly,
But I know why,
God dried my tears and answered my request.
I thanked God for every day that she grew inside me,
For every kick of her feet,
For every extra pound I gained.
I woke each morning,
And went to bed each night,
Praising His name and asking for just one thing.
Early on a summer morning,
The pain was unbearable,
Not a drop of anesthetic would they give me,
Again I depended on Him to get me through.
I screamed and cried,
Pushing as best I could.
Finally, she emerged into this world,
But she did not cry.
My heart leapt to my throat but then I thought,
God wouldn’t do this to me,
Surely she will cry.
I heard her soft little whimper,
And tears filled my eyes.
Thank you God, I cried.
Thank you for this most precious gift.
I named her Rain,
This beautiful little angel,
That God blessed me with.
My little miracle,
My answered prayer,
Another reason to believe in God.
He gave you a shower of blessings, Called Rain.
Wonderful write, compelling reading, and a miracle indeed.
What a gorgeous photo!!!
Love Ch'erie Mother of six like Vesna!
..I'm still crying..this was total recall re my own pregnancies..six wonderful children..some critical moments as well.hmm.three normal three caesarean section..very difficult..but now I have six great people in my life..three of each gender....ty
Great Write!
Crystal, this is a very trying and beautiful story. My youngest daughter miscarried for her first child and she was devistated, to say the least. She is now in he 7th month and expecting in February with a little girl. I pray for her and the baby each day and I know He hears me. Your baby is a beautiful little girl. Best of Luck.
Such a beautiful poem and such a wonderful story told. God Bless.
~Kerry
Reviewed by Abe Rossi (Reader)
Reviewed on December 10, 2003
Crystal-Rain Love, Your name is pure poetry! They say that rain can wash away ones sorrows. Rain must have spoken to God. Told him you needed each other. God listens! This is a very beautiful and emotional piece. A Sun-Shower! peace abel
what a heartfelt and uplifting poem about your precious baby girl, rain! so glad you have her in her life; God is so good, isn't He?? ()(((HUGS))) and much love to you and your precious angel, rain...your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D
A beautiful account that could only be expressed in this way because it is from the heart and soul of the loving mother that you are. Thank you for this touching offering, Crystal-Rain. Love and peace, Regis.
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on December 10, 2003
This is so inspiring, so wonderful that you have her with you.
God is sooo awesome, isn't He? Indeed, He is. Your Rain is precious, Crystal: a beautiful loan from God, guide her well in His Word and in His ways. Beautifully expressed poem praising our dear Lord. ~~Bonnie Q
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Wonderful write, compelling reading, and a miracle indeed.
What a gorgeous photo!!!
Love Ch'erie Mother of six like Vesna!
Trixie :)
Great Write!
Vesna :)
Amor
~Kerry