She Shall Bring Forth A Child (Epistle 3) - Poem by Bebai Rosa
Yes, indeed my child is special. God loves my child, he will renew it's soul. It's feet are the mode of transportation whereby it travels in circles.
No sense of direction. Encompassed by more of the same evils.
Spoken and unspoken evils that bind the soul.
It's hands are reaching out for help!
Help me to help myself!
These same hands have shown so much love.
Wiped the tears from the faces of others
Lifted the weights from the backs of others
Continues to carry the heaviest of loads
It's fingers calloused with the roughened palms
Bleeding from attempts to rebuild the wasted
God is a healer and his mercy endureth always
This child belongs to the LORD!
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