Desperately cried out to You, You came through;
Gave me strength to do what I needed to.
Didn’t need to calm fear, I didn’t have any;
No fear heeded, Your power is plenty.
I won’t despair no matter how it looks;
Trusting the words of Your ‘66 books’.
This poem was originally written the first week when my son was in the Neo-Natal Intensive Care Unit. It was going to go in my book "The N.I.C.U. Roller Coaster: Poems and Prayers for Parents of Preemies" book, but I decided it would go in my book "Poetic Prescriptions for Your Pocket" vol. 1 instead, because I thought it was relate-able on all levels not just for struggling parents.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
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