The Miscarriage
My God, My God,
I feel broken and bruised.
I'm trying to understand
but my emotions are confused.
I have so many questions
that all start with why?
Why did I miscarry?
Why did the baby die?
My God, My God,
I know that you are good.
I believe you have a plan,
I just wish I understood.
How could I lose a baby?
When you're the creator of life?
You could of saved my pregnancy
instead of it ending with a knife.
My God, My God,
I feel broken and bruised.
I'm trying to understand
Can I at least have a clue?
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