Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Jan 30, 2007 22:19:20 GMT -5
A BABY'S CRY
Thunder struck and lightning flashed,
Darkness all over the village.
There lies the woman
In terrible child-bearing pain.
None to help her
Other than her Saviour.
She wept and
soberly asked God,
"Why have you forsaken me?"
She wept unceasingly,
And there came out a
little creature from her womb.
A tiny dark little baby girl,
but alas, the earth
swallowed the mother.
The villagers mourned,
Nature wept,
Showers of rain
Poured down from heaven.
Yes, creation was shedding tears.
That young mother
went to her Creator.
Oh motherless baby,
Don't cry,
"I am your mother and father."
(Dedicated to my Mother, whom I have never seen.)
ALEYAMMA JACOB
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Thunder struck and lightning flashed,
Darkness all over the village.
There lies the woman
In terrible child-bearing pain.
None to help her
Other than her Saviour.
She wept and
soberly asked God,
"Why have you forsaken me?"
She wept unceasingly,
And there came out a
little creature from her womb.
A tiny dark little baby girl,
but alas, the earth
swallowed the mother.
The villagers mourned,
Nature wept,
Showers of rain
Poured down from heaven.
Yes, creation was shedding tears.
That young mother
went to her Creator.
Oh motherless baby,
Don't cry,
"I am your mother and father."
(Dedicated to my Mother, whom I have never seen.)
ALEYAMMA JACOB
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED