My Child

I cry sometimes & wonder why I’m here I ask God about it as He’s dries my tears

I wake up at night with no one to hold wondering if this is what it’ll be like when I get old?

I never thought about what my choices would bring,

Now I realize they’re why I lost my ring.

I’m asking You now; is that what I did?

Are they the reason I don’t have a kid?

Please tell me ! Explain! Was I really that wild? I feel old & I really needed a child!

He quickly answers: I disagree, a parent? With a child? No that wasn’t to be.

The life you led was completely out of control

You didn’t need something you couldn’t console

Remember the joys & all the passions you felt

Plus your writing and craft skills those were the cards you were dealt

I’m not going to show you the future or let you reason with the whys

I always give gifts that money can’t buy

Believe and have faith. Trust me you’ll see

& don’t doubt you’re alone; you always have Me

By the way...you’re not old He says with a smile

I'm still in control...just give Me awhile