I am barren
Lord have mercy.
I have sung and I have cried
My eyes are blurry.
You say I am more
Without conceiving
'Cause I realized my need
While I was grieving.
My Maker is my husband
the Lord of Hosts is his name.
The Holy One of Israel
Has called me back again.
You hid your face from me,
I was abandoned in disgrace.
Now you've called me back in mercy
so I may seek your face.
-
Author:
Christina K (
Offline) - Published: September 12th, 2019 18:51
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 11
Offline)
Comments2
Belief can be a rocky road which you seem to be coping with.
My belief has gone as I have described in poems on MPS.
A sensitive write Christina. Seems the sort of thing I may be able to turn to a hymn-poem - if you wish, and if I can?
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.