“Behold, the inheritance of the Lord, children, the reward of the fruit of the womb.”
— Psalm 127:3 (LXX)
Sometimes I wonder if people don’t understand,
The terrible loss about nature’s hand,
When pregnancy’s a thing a couple’s denied,
They are called in faith in which to abide.
We waited our time and took every chance,
Upon faith we now find we’ve got reason to dance,
The vision we enjoy is pregnant delight,
No longer do we experience that dark night.
With days to run we now behold time,
Every beat within our hearts is a resonating chime,
Baby’s uterine movement is reminder enough,
Our times are about to change—such good stuff!
To you, the one, we don’t know who you are,
But in every single way to us you’re the star,
Whether you’re a boy or a girl really doesn’t matter,
All that matters is you make our hearts patter.
What wonder fills us about the coming day,
When you will arrive and be with us to stay,
Everything will change in the blink of an eye,
You will give us every reason to ensure we cry.
It’s too easy to forget God, who gave you to us,
So it’s our very certain goal—to thank him, we must,
He has woven you and knit you, cell upon cell,
Everything God does he certainly does well.
We have waited to full term to get to know you,
Our little baby, our yawner, to you respect is due,
As we wait upon God, keen to observe,
God willing it will be, we will hold our nerve.
We have dressed your nursery with all sorts of adornments,
And it will be a thrill to see you there in living performance,
You are the little person, you hold the key,
To complete within us every measure of glee.
God could not bless us better than this,
To know every measure of recounting bliss,
You, he will give us, entrusting us as guards,
And joy upon joy with which God bombards.
We identify with every couple who has worked hard to get pregnant; who has had to exercise faith in God to wait patiently. Of course, it has been worth the wait, as we anticipate the arrival of our special little creation, that, by God’s good grace, is about to come into being. We, as parents-to-be, are wonderfully blessed.
Of course, we would value your prayers.
© 2013 S. J. Wickham.