Birth Pains

Every blessing comes with turbulence

Makes it all worth it when it comes with suspense

Just think how cute; a little girl like me

Beautiful as can be

Her tiny squeak voice

It commands much attention

Then came a huge command

In the Lords boisterous whisper

“You will birth a nation of daughters”

I repeat to myself in a tone much softer

Just like me: bright spirit with much soul

For now lost and confused,

In a world so cold,

I’ll run generations deep, some not even born

How could i sleep? They too will be torn

All shapes and sizes

Colors and cultures

Loud and quiet

Prideful and humble

Poor, rich and in between

They’re all searching for the same thing like me

True love and purpose...

True love?....and purpose?

Not the word love that gets you in trouble

No, the Lords love that sets you free to attract love

But they don’t know it yet

The right scene hasn’t been set

Purpose: not the mandatory career pursued after college, chronological and senseless

But worth and service, that utilizes their uniqueness

But I haven’t said a word yet

The hour has not come yet

Wait a minute!

But, I’m still finding MY way

“Lord, birth what?!?!”

        Is this me or what You say?

I came from a good structure in the world

To be raised and settle down

I still managed to be insecure,

lost and bound

Scared to make a move

Filled with doubt too

But with every battle

Every victory

Every lesson learned

Every revelation

The attack hits me harder

The next day I look in the mirror

I get a little bit wider,

My destiny keeps showing a little bit more

This is what I been asking for

When every mother is in the midst of her birth pain

There’s no option to escape,

        From here it’s only to gain

She keeps her eye on the promise

What a blessing

Worth all the short term non-sense

I would take every hurt

If it sets another heart free

After all, that’s a fraction of what Jesus did for me

Every tear I shed,

        Makes it one less for you

I’m birthing a nation

It’s no bothersome sensation

Misses misfit! I have found where I stick

Welcome to the Nation of Daughters

The only ID you need

        Is a heart to be freed

I don’t have to know your name

I love you because I know the pain

When you get here I promise to hug you

But please do not be a fool

It’s not because of me

It’s because of He who sent me

The true Father of nations

Called me out of the sea

Broken and hopeless

        To be a reflection indeed

The through me you can feel just a tiny piece

Of the turbulent heart

That will truly impregnate you free!