Dreaded Day
It was a brutal day,
The skies were as if God knew and painted them grey.
It was a quiet ride there, not a word spoken.
But u see, this was their way out,
as for me I was broken.
They tore you from me while I lay asleep.
I was deeply ashamed I couldn't even eat.
I begged to the Lord..
Help me Please, I cried.
This pain is too great, i feel like I could die.
He carried me through from then til Now.
even though satan may taunt me, whisper lies in my head,
the Lord whispers to me as I lay in my bed.
Your forgiven dear one..
One day you will see..
not only this baby, but what you truly mean to me.
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