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Hannah Rejoices

My song of praise ascends: "The Lord kills and brings to life; he brings down to Sheol and raises up . . . he lifts the needy from the ash heap . . . but the wicked shall be cut off in darkness . . . against them he will thunder in heaven . . . There is none holy like the Lord . . . my strength is exalted in him." I will carry Samuel's coat to Shiloh, stitches of love spell joy; my heart dances with delight. My son grows in stature, his service is unto the Lord. My tormentor's tongue is stilled, she eats defeat day after day. Her downcast eyes look past my sons and daughters. The Lord has opened my womb. I Samuel, Chapter 2, RSV

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Date: 9/30/2014 4:48:00 PM
how beautifully explained how Hannah felt, you expressed her thankfulness to the Lord for her child. I enjoyed so much both of your poems, my daughter also feels as Hannah since she also is finally have a child. thank you
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Cona Adams
Date: 9/30/2014 5:53:00 PM
Thank you, Margaret. God's blessing on your daughter in every aspect of carrying and delivering the precious baby.