Bearing Barrenness
Married and full of hope
She dressed herself for fruit
Not knowing a war raged inside
And the enemy had taken valuable loot
Year after year she waited
As many celebrated life they'd produced
While she sat on the lonely pew
Cursing the god who let her be abused
Working with families who had no value
For the children they brought into this world
She got the sentence of death
As the greatest sorrow to a woman, unfurled
No children would ever be housed
In the womb of a raped child
The infection in her tubes
Spread like weeds, consuming life in the wild
....green pasture
Questions arose, and accusations flew
To THE god who knew
....barrenness
Unwanted, and now, unfruitful
What could this woman offer to her king
Except remnants in 12 baskets
That she can't bring to release, in the desperate cling
To touch, to hold, to see, to experience
The joy of a nursing baby
So, in the middle of the night
She ventured faith on the wings of a maybe
He heard! He answered with a yes
And gave her productive tubes
That carried His breath of life
For the opportunity to prove
...He is Daddy God
.....and she is His daughter
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-09-2019
Note: the sorrow of barrenness is deep and abiding, but is grace is eternal :)
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