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 :)