Reign in my heart

by CRAFTY KEN   Oct 17, 2015


Reign in my heart

Reign in my heart Lord, take away all my fears that have devoured my joy over all these years, give me your love, peace and restore my joy, please remember that I'm your baby boy!

In my *Mother's womb you sent a special wiggly thing, by divine guidance it found what it was looking for, an egg, a home and my life did begin, a spirit and a soul was given. I know that from conception this fetus was living, a heart beat you gave; it's ongoing beating will keep one from the grave.

Mom would smile when those kicks from within I gave.
Today as I reflect on how I was wonderfully formed and made, I thank you Lord that not in a tomb was I laid.
You are my Creator, the giver of life, the love of my life, every beat of my heart pumps life with the same blood you shed for me on that tree, now with all my love I
have returned to thee!

*When Mary met Elizabeth, Mary was pregnant with our Lord Jesus and Elizabeth pregnant with John the Baptist. When greeted by Mary, John as a fetus leaped for joy in Elizabeth's womb. John was already filled with the
Holy Spirit. It was a deep mourning alone by Jesus when his cousin John was put to death for telling the truth.

Author Ken, October 17, 2015

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  • 9 years ago

    by CRAFTY KEN

    Thank you J Nair! I starkly remember the night my wife woke me up at 2 am, she was 5 months pregnant and was having a mis-carriage. She had been going through suffering with a virus and did not look well, I believe the Lord took our little boy to be with Him for a reason only He knows. After my wife was cared for at the Hospital, one month later she was again pregnant and I was there when she delivered our baby girl and the Nurse said; look at that baby her eyes are wide open! Our God eased our pain with the birth of our Daughter, giving her 4 year old brother a sister. God bless, Ken

  • 9 years ago

    by J Nair

    Dear Ken,
    Very often we connect the birth of a child to the mere act of reproduction. The transformation from a wigly thing at conception to the actual complete form is nothing less than a miracle. A Mother 's womb is but a vessel , untill the divine intervention of the gift of life .

    This awarness is beautifully reflected in the verses you have written.

    Beautiful poem.

    Thank you Ken.

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