Our poem!!!

Originally Posted by NewfoundChristian

I wrote this poem about a month ago...Just sat down at my computer, asked God for the words, and BANG...there it was, please let me know what you think...I wanted to submit it for publishing...Thank you and God bless you all.

Any suggestions for a Title would be much appreciated.


From the womb, is where we start,
The first to form, is our heart,
A single beat, so meek and mild,
The makings of a godly child.

Unable to speak, even mutter a sound,
Closely resembling a seed in the ground,
So much potential, yet still unknown,
What will become of the seed we have sewn.

Like the trunk of a tree, our bodies emerge,
And all of the sudden, there is a serge,
Although we dont see it, it happens so slow,
We study it hard, and are eager to know.

Before we can breathe, we are full of life,
Are we made from God, or by husband and wife,
In the blink of eye, we're created as such,
How can we question, God's special touch.

Born of the womb, created with soul,
God has a plan, a triumphant life goal,
As the mother gives birth to this special one,
Heaven rejoices, but God is not done.

Day by day, and hour by hour,
We grow and grow, awaiting the flower,
The root of the tree, is tall and strong,
The branches and limbs, can grow very long.

But what is a tree, without all its fruits,
Tis like mighty soldiers without armor suits,
Unable to fight, to head into battle,
In fear he shakes, his limbs how they rattle.

So I say, we must be prepared,
Life is so precious, but should also be shared,
Friends and loved ones, they all come and go,
But the one we need most is so hard to know.

Would a father give up his very own son,
To show the world there's no need to run?
His arms are wide open and ready to hold,
This life He's created who's story's untold.

So come walk with Him, He'll never let go,
He'll make you see, He's got so much to show,
Blessings He'll give you, if you'll just receive,
And follow the scripture, accept and believe.

Have faith in the Lord and obey his command,
Walk very gently on His holy land,
Do not be afraid to stumble and fall,
As a baby begins to learn first to crawl.