It was March, a chilly day.
I feel the drops of freezing rain.
Aimlessly I walk, begging for a sign.
Filled with questions, I search my mind.
Eyeing a bench, I make my way
Speaking out loud, I have to say.
And looking up at threatening, black clouds,
Tears mixed with rain, I pray aloud.
“Hear me, Lord! I’m waiting for you!”
The thunder answers me, as if on cue.
“I don’t think I’m ready, I can’t handle pain,
Is it really worth it? Is it truly the greatest gain?”
Thoughts of motherhood racking my brain,
Constant doubts, fear is driving me insane.
“Send me your Spirit, I’ve done my part,
I gave you my eyes, my ears, and now, my heart!”
On the bench, I quietly sit down.
My mind isn’t whirling, I hear not a sound.
I call upon His mother, “Please pray with me,
That I might be blessed with the eyes to see.”
Closing my eyes, I want to hear,
His message for me, loud, and crystal clear.
As I open my eyes, I open my whole being.
And I can’t believe what my new eyes are seeing.
His message for me, so perfect and pure,
My ailment is answered. It is my cure.
Before me stands a statue of stone,
Displaying gentleness in its tone.
With her arms extended, she hands out her son,
Giving Him to the world, letting His will be done.
In giving her all to His will and might,
She became His instrument, the Mother of light.
She gave up her Son to die on a cross,
She wept, she mourned, and she felt a great loss.
But strong as she was, she followed His plan,
Understanding the mission of her Son, this great man.
This tremendous gift, His life, He gave
For all the world, that we might be saved!
Forgiveness, love and hope is His message for me,
To simply try and be the best mother I could be.
That if I should stumble, trip or fall,
He would forgive, and continue His call.
A God-willed sacrifice, no matter how great,
Can be withstood, no matter the stake.
For it is worth the sacrifice to save one soul,
Even if it’s mine that happens to be His goal.
I feel the drops of freezing rain.
Aimlessly I walk, begging for a sign.
Filled with questions, I search my mind.
Eyeing a bench, I make my way
Speaking out loud, I have to say.
And looking up at threatening, black clouds,
Tears mixed with rain, I pray aloud.
“Hear me, Lord! I’m waiting for you!”
The thunder answers me, as if on cue.
“I don’t think I’m ready, I can’t handle pain,
Is it really worth it? Is it truly the greatest gain?”
Thoughts of motherhood racking my brain,
Constant doubts, fear is driving me insane.
“Send me your Spirit, I’ve done my part,
I gave you my eyes, my ears, and now, my heart!”
On the bench, I quietly sit down.
My mind isn’t whirling, I hear not a sound.
I call upon His mother, “Please pray with me,
That I might be blessed with the eyes to see.”
Closing my eyes, I want to hear,
His message for me, loud, and crystal clear.
As I open my eyes, I open my whole being.
And I can’t believe what my new eyes are seeing.
His message for me, so perfect and pure,
My ailment is answered. It is my cure.
Before me stands a statue of stone,
Displaying gentleness in its tone.
With her arms extended, she hands out her son,
Giving Him to the world, letting His will be done.
In giving her all to His will and might,
She became His instrument, the Mother of light.
She gave up her Son to die on a cross,
She wept, she mourned, and she felt a great loss.
But strong as she was, she followed His plan,
Understanding the mission of her Son, this great man.
This tremendous gift, His life, He gave
For all the world, that we might be saved!
Forgiveness, love and hope is His message for me,
To simply try and be the best mother I could be.
That if I should stumble, trip or fall,
He would forgive, and continue His call.
A God-willed sacrifice, no matter how great,
Can be withstood, no matter the stake.
For it is worth the sacrifice to save one soul,
Even if it’s mine that happens to be His goal.
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