Saturday December 10 2016  A FATHER’S LOVE

 

A FATHER’S LOVE

Kathleen Martens

December 10, 2016

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So many past memories

Come to my recollection

As I think back,

Giving time for reflection.

 

One such memory

Was the birth of my son,

He was born too soon

And not quite done.

 

So helpless and small

There was no more I could do

To help him grow

Or more life ensue.

 

Through pain and sorrow

My heart so heavy

I railed at God

For such a levy.

 

My arms empty

When I returned home.

My sadness turned to anger

As I howled at the throne.

 

I was mad at God

For the pain I carried,

Not knowing if my son

Would live or be buried.

 

I wept and cried

For days and days,

Not understanding

God’s miraculous ways

 

Of opening my eyes

So truth I would see.

So physically spent

I longed to be free.

 

And I began to ponder

And to then realize

The wisdom of God

And just how wise.

 

I began to understand

In a roundabout way

What it must have been like

On that first Christmas day.

 

I began to feel

What God might have felt,

Considering the plan of salvation

That was to be dealt.

 

As if my eyes were opened

I asked the question,

Did God feel this kind of pain

When He gave Jesus direction?

 

When God’s Son was born

To fulfill His plan

I could imagine His pain

When He made Jesus a man.

 

Though I didn’t know

If my son would live,

God gave His Son knowingly

That His life He would give.

 

That’s when I comprehended

God knew exactly my pain,

And He had felt such sorrow,

All for my gain.

 

I cried out for forgiveness

From my deepest part.

I relinquished my child

To be held in God’s heart.

 

I was so sorry

And began to understand

The separation God must have felt

While Jesus walked as a man.

 

God’s pain must have been deep

As that which I knew,

But He willingly sacrificed His Son,

For me, and for you.

 

And when I surrendered

My son to His care

I knew without a doubt

God had always been there.

 

My baby I placed

Into God’s loving protection

Knowing in my heart

I would cherish life-long affection.

 

And that night the call came

And the nurse on the line

Said something had happened,

And it was mighty fine.

 

My little boy’s breath

Was without assistance.

His kidneys were working.

His vitals consistent.

 

My son that day

I placed into God’s hands.

He restored my son’s health

Without any demands.

 

It was only when

I surrendered my son

That I finally understood,

And my lesson was won.

 

God had His own reasons

Despite all of His sorrow

Knowing His Son’s agony

Was for our tomorrows.

 

It was because God’s great love

Which He was willing to impart,

That His Son would be sacrificed

So resurrection would start.

 

I know without a doubt

I am never alone.

Through both good and bad

I have access to His throne.

 

And because of that Christmas

So long ago

The Holy Spirit of God

Goes wherever I go.

 

The above poem was inspired by my husband.  I asked him to inspire me so I could write another Christmas poem.  He gave me a couple of suggestions, both of which I had already considered.  Then, Dave said a few words that triggered this poem.  He told me to just look at the entire picture of the Christmas Story and see if there was something that I had not yet thought about. It immediately triggered the above memory.  I came into my office and wrote the poem, tears streaming down my face the entire time, in about 15 minutes.  It catapulted me back to almost 38 years ago and it was just as vivid today as it was when it happened.  And it is a lesson I have always remembered.  There is so much more God can do with my life when I surrender all to Him.  One of the most difficult things for me to say was, “Lord I give my Son to You, knowing you understand my pain, because You gave Your son for me”.

He gave His Son for You too!