Give It To Him

My poetry gets me through a lot of tough times. This is one of those times.

My sanity iis being taken from me,
Right along with my unborn baby.
Maybe this is a trial, just a test.
I don't care about material things Lord,
Just let my baby be blessed.
He's not even in this world yet and going through hell.
My baby's cramping up my stomach like he has something to tell.
It's way to early for me to feel you move like you do,
But I won't complain because mommy and daddy love you.
His eye is on the sparrow.
He also knows my heart.
He knows i'll lose my mind,
If we were to part before time.
For your life.
Take mine.
But my pains he'll soon heal.
I know he also feels,
The pain that's inside of me.
So I put it in your hands Lord and let it be.