“God, Help, ” I Whisper.

“God, help, ” I whisper.

The baby is screaming, writhing in pain.
He is scratching his face open, blood pooling to stain.

“God, where are you? Are you there?
If you are, do you even care?”

Months later the baby still screams.
His pain and itchiness arouse me from dreams.

“God, where are you? Are you there?
If you are, do you even care?”

Day after day and night after night,
Rash covers my child – for him nothing seems right.

“God, where are you? Are you there?
If you are, do you even care?”

“God, thanks, ” I whisper.

You have been holding me,
Guiding me and being the strength I couldn’t be.

Healing him through time,
Taking down mountains I don’t have to climb.

“God, thanks, ” I whisper.

Against all odds you have blessed me.
I love this child, and loves me does he.

You have filled our lungs with breath today
So we can look at each other, smile and play.

“God, thanks, ” I whisper.

“For yes, you care.”

 

 

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