“And was Godly Made” …..a poem by Linda Willows
In the womb of love, I felt your sweet start,
a secret, such hope and new dreams filled my heart.
My life filled up and tendered like new,
as God made your form in my own for His view.
Miracle day birthed your wondrous cry out
the start of life’s breath; I heard your soul shout…
“It is me, I am here, for the Joy, oh…at last.”
Hold me tight, hold me close, hold me, Love, birth has passed.
Into my arms you curled, Godly made.
Eyes blue as the dawn when at daybreak we prayed.
Your heartbeat was laid upon my waiting earth’s nest.
And as all the world stopped, my son took first rest.
© 2016 Linda Willows
This poem is dedicated to mothers, everywhere, whose love for their sons and daughters begins in the womb and follows to all eternity- praying that they may live belonging to God alone.