Unborn Voice

I came from a lovely place,
It was beautiful and bright.
I don't know much about it,
But the Person who made me lives there.

I remember spending time with Him,
as He perfected each little detail.
I felt so loved and cherished,
then He said "It's time to go."

He gently placed me in you.
He said I was a special gift,
But from what you're saying of me,
I don't feel so special now.

Why am I such a problem?
I just don't understand.
Do you realize the Author made me
as a gift just for you?

I don't think I was meant
to punish or to shame you.
I'm sorry if that's how you feel.
I don't want to be a burden.

Mama, can you hear me?
Mama, I'm so scared!
What are they talking about?
What's happening? It hurts!

I'm rejoining my Father now,
and His arms are open wide.
He's holding so many others,
and they look confused, like me.

But the angels hold us,
though sometimes they look sad.
And sometimes God cries.
I don't understand why.

Oh, but He loves us.
And we all love Him.
I don't know what happened,
on my brief trip to earth.

I wanted to be born,
I wanted to learn how to walk,
I wanted to play with friends,
and I wanted a chance to grow.

I wanted to chase butterflies,
I wanted to run and laugh.
I wanted to hold your hand,
but now I can't.

But it's okay, I forgive you.
I'm in the best place ever.
But Jesus is trying to talk to you.
Please listen, Mama... please?

by Hannah B.
May 2002