Depression And Hate Poems

Chapter 60...The Gift Of Life

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 bare

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