Posted on 03/01/2002 6:33:22 PM PST by Night Hides Not
I wrote a very strong poem some 27 years ago about a "son I never had". At the time my wife was pregnant with our first child and the Roe vs Wade and just come to its conclusion. I was going to be a father and was very excited. Just the thought of someone getting an abortion was beyond my comprehension!
The poem was found about 20 years later in the piano bench and my youngest son wrote a song to it. He sang it several times in church and you could hear a pin drop when he was finished. I even had a lady come up to me and with a "I'll slap you in the face" look and tell me how sad the song was and that it didn't belong in church.
My wife and I have three beautiful children and we just became grandma and grandpa this past July 4th. We never once thought of abortion as an alternative. Starting from conception...we have loved them all every day of there lives! I was asked to post the poem...so here goes.
I've got a son that never came.
One that flew kites and arrow-planes.
One that danced in the springtime rains.
Don't know why or who's to blame.
But I've got a son that never came.
Bullfrogs and butterflies he'll never see.
He'll stroll through an open field, but not with me.
There was a time his heart beat strong.
It beat with rhythm as in a song.
And to me his love belonged.
Don't know why or what went wrong.
But there was a time his heart beat strong.
It's left in my mind and my heart will tease.
There's no love in my life for my son and me.
Before I had a chance to fight.
They took my son up a flight.
To a room to take his life.
Don't know why I had no rights.
Before I had a chance to fight.
Then five months early they stole him from his womb.
Laid him in a corner and watched him die in his tomb.
But for one split second I thought I heard him cry...
"I'm gonna have to leave you now. I love you Dad. Goodbye."
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With so many wrong decisions in my past, I'm not quite sure
if I can ever hope to trust my judgement anymore.
But lately I've been thinking, 'cause it's all I've had to do.
And in my heart I feel that I should give this child to you.
(Chorus)
And maybe you can tell your baby,
when you love him so, that he's been loved before;
By someone who delivered your son
From God's arms, to my arms, to yours.
If you choose to tell him, and if he wants to know,
How the one who gave him life could bear to let him go;
Just tell him there were sleepless nights; I prayed and paced the floors
And knew the only peace I'd find is if this child was yours.
(Chorus)
Now I know that you don't have to do this,
But could you kiss him once for me
The first time that he ties his shoes, or falls and skins his knee?
And could you hold him twice as long when he makes his mistakes,
And tell him that he's not alone, sometimes that's all it takes.
I know how much he'll ache.
This may not be the answer for another girl like me;
But I'm not on a soapbox saying how we all should be.
I'm just trusting in my feelings and I'm trusting God above,
And I'm trusting you can give this baby
Both his mothers' love.
(Chorus)
-- From God's Arms To My Arms To Yours
Words and music by Michael McLean
I can't even imagine the pain a mother endures in giving up her baby for adoption. What a selfless act of love, wanting her child to have a better life. Thank you for posting these lovely words.
the image might be better in B&W, but this little guy made it through & survived
Beautiful poem Night Hides Not! I wish all those going into the abortion mills would stop just 5 minutes and read this poem.
Congratulations to you and your wife on the birth of your newest pride and joy, Nathan!
You describe the thousand years of Hell, then life goes on. I used to think that, but time and circumstances have altered my opinion. Thank you for sharing this. You've provided a lot of food for thought.
Don't feel like the lone ranger backhoe. - I'm sure that if most of us here were totally honest, we'd have to say the same thing. - Fortunately, the Lord paid the price for all of our 'choices' and he is willing to forgive. All we have to do is ask.
My first question to the lady in the church.... what better place than church. ??
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