A Poem For Our Birthmother

I mentioned this poem in a previous post entitled Grace for Adoption: My God Has Answered. Several of you have asked me to share it, so here it is:

To a beautiful young woman:

Were I to make a book of life                                                                            Of all the things I’ve seen and done                                                                  It could not contain, nor ever show                                                                    The depth of the love of the One

Who has danced with me on mountaintops                                                   Or held me as we braved the stormy sea                                                                    Who led me by the quiet waters, or                                                               Trudged with me through valleys deep

He has held my hand so fast and tight                                                           I never walked alone                                                                                       He led me through the darkest nights                                                              And He’ll lead me ’til I’m home.

I know not when our paths should meet                                                       If He has us cross a road                                                                                 If His plans for us shall intertwine                                                                        Upon this earthly sod

But my prayer for you wherever you go                                                         And no matter what you do                                                                                 You’ll feel the depth of the love of the One                                                         Whose hands long to hold onto you.

And should our journeys on this earth                                                           Bring us to a place                                                                                           Where we should know each other’s hearts                                                        And marvel at His grace

In knitting together a precious young life,                                                             That somehow we’d both share                                                                            I know He’ll be holding all of us                                                                            In His tender care.

For of all the blessings in this world                                                               Of all the love that it contains,                                                                              There’s none so great as my Jesus’ love                                                         As His hands hold us yet again.

Love,

Erica

Psalm 139:1-18