~Blessed Easter~ Easter Poem: Empty Womb

~Blessed Easter~

Easter Poem:

Empty Womb

The pangs of childbirth o'ertake me

As mommy cries out for you

The groans within wrench my heart

As my baby is ripped from view

The birth pangs split my gut into

Its pains gush through my heart

With groans that no words can express

As my child from my side ripped apart

God's Spirit dashes to my weakness

To stoke this chasm with hope

That I not falter within it,

This pregnant pause your death evokes

His hope burns like tiny embers

Reminding me He is there

As He births you into Heaven

With His omnipotent care

He soothes my heart that can't yet see

This life rising up in you

He mercifully attends me

As He sees my womb ripped into…

The womb where you once lay,

That seems so empty now

Just as His own Son's tomb once did,

When touched by Abba's resurrection pow'r

Yields Life to our children instead!

~~~

For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the 

anxious 

longing 

of the creation 

waits eagerly for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself also will be set free from its slavery to corruption into the freedom of the glory of the children of God.

For we know that the whole creation 

groans 

and 

suffers 

the 

pains 

of 

childbirth 

together until now. And not only this, but also we ourselves, having the first fruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves 

groan 

within 

ourselves, 

waiting eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our body. For in hope we have been saved, but hope that is seen is not hope; for who hopes for what he already sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, with perseverance we wait eagerly for it.

In the same way the Spirit also 

helps 

our 

weakness; 

for we do not know how to pray as we should, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with 

groanings 

too 

deep 

for 

words...

Romans 8:18-26 NAS

Poem - Easter Poem: Empty Womb ~Angie Bennett Prince - April 19, 2014

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Jesus is Awesome  Denise Horne-Landmesser on Pinterest

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NAS = New American Standard Version of The Holy Bible

Monday's Mourning Ministry - When I See You Again ~Emerson Drive + Worldwide Candle Lighting

Sunday, December 11, 2011, 7:00 p.m.

The Compassionate Friends, USA

Worldwide Candle Lighting

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Monday's Mourning Ministry

When I See You Again

~Emerson Drive

When I See You Again

~Emerson Drive

I still talk to you

Whenever I'm alone

I hear you in my prayers

Feel you in the wind that blows.

I wonder how you are,

What you're doing way up there.

Are you laughing or are you crying

'Cause you miss us all down here?

Only God knows when

You'll smile and take my hand

When I see you again

When I see you again.

I wish I had the chance

To hold you one last time

It hurts me to know we never got to say goodbye.

But you're never really gone

Your memory remains

I miss you more than words could ever help me to explain.

Only God knows when

This road I'm on will end

When I see you again.

I'll see you when the set runs out

When the song is over and the curtain falls down

I'll see you on the other side

You can show me what it's like.

But only God knows when

You'll smile and take my hand

I'll say how've you been

When I see you again

I'll see you again…

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Friday's Faith - Groans that Words Cannot Express...- Grieving for Another Grieving Mother

Friday's Faith

Groans that Words Cannot Express...

Grieving for Another Grieving Mother

Why is it when I hear a mother's grief,

I am rendered mute, without words, speechless,

Full of pain – like jewels beneath the reef,

Never seen in light for any to witness...

Some pain cannot be expressed in mere words;

Depths of agony, words cannot bespeak.

Th' mother's love sent, silently undergirds

The fellow-grieving-mother rendered weak.

Like a preverbal child calls out her cries

With a yearning she's not yet learned to speak,

Yet her message very adeptly flies

To the heav'ns as swiftly as on bird's beak.

Grieving mother, when you don't hear from me,

Perhaps my heart feels a deeper calling,

To intercede with groans upon my knees

For you, for our God knows when you're falling.

*****

In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness.

We do not know what we ought to pray,

but the Spirit intercedes for us

with groans that words cannot express.

~Romans 8:26

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poem - Groans that Words Cannot Express - Angie Bennett Prince - 6/25/10