Christina K

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 Offline)
  • Published: September 12th, 2019 18:51
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 11


  • Goldfinch60

    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.

  • orchidee

    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?

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