A Poem by Marni
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The Gift

©            Marni Fults
I received a gift from a stranger,
A stranger I did  not know.
I had heard his name before,
But just in passing, so I let it go.
I did not think it was a gift,
But rather a terrible burden.
They  said it was nothing I wanted,
Of this they were certain.
I was told it  was something bad,
And more then I could bear.
No one mentioned it was  precious,
It was as if they didn’t care.
I sent the gift back to the  stranger,
Where it came from up above.
If only I had met him sooner,
I  would have seen the gift was made with love.
Instead I treated the gift  like it was nothing,
I quickly sent it back.
They told me I did the right  thing,
But they left out an important fact.
See the gift was made just for me by a stranger,
And God was his name,
I had never even noticed  him.
Yet he loved me just the same
He had created that precious  gift,
Each piece he made by hand to my surprise
And yet I didn’t even see  it,
My life was based on lies.
When I found out what the gift  contained,
And realized I had thrown it away,
I believed I would always  suffer,
And be punished everyday.
But to my disbelief, that  stranger
Who I had ignored and turned away
Created three more gifts for  me
And sent them all my way.
I begged for his forgiveness,
I prayed  and felt his love .
I wondered what had become of the first gift
Sent from  above
I later learned the gift would remain
With our loving God and  then
I would meet my baby in heaven,
And receive the gift again.
I  have no fear that I will not know
Which gift was meant for me.
So many have  been thrown away,
But mine I will surely see.
For I have dreamed of my  little boy
Whose eyes were big and bright.
I will run right over to  him,
And know him at first sight.
I will say “Mommy loves you!”
I  know that is how I’ll start.
Then I will thank God for taking care of my baby
While we were so far apart.
If I could just help one  person,
See their gift contains such love
And that the life inside that  little gift,
Came from God above
It would honor my precious  baby,
Whose life was lost to a lie.
It would stop the suffering of another  child
And a mother who would otherwise be too scared to try

Source: The Gift of Life, Abortion Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-gift-of-life-2#ixzz2D0EHZ9sN www.FamilyFriendPoems.com


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