Praying for my resurrection.
I heard the words.
LET ME CARRY YOU MY CHILD.
I could see the rock torn rapids that could break my faith
And heard.
LET ME CARRY YOU MY CHILD.
I saw the bills mounting with me being the only one paying them and suddenly unemployed.
LET ME CARRY YOU MY CHILD.
Me on my knees emotionally before my Creator and Savior,
Not knowing which way to turn.
LET ME CARRY YOU MY CHILD.
The way is already made.
Let me carry you my child.
I liked your poems. This one inparticular, like one line was a question, the next line, serenity. I lost my baby recently, and sometimes, I just want to die---let me carry you was an inspiration to me. I'm not a typical Christian, but I liked how you seemed to be talking about your child, and how you were God's child. I forget at times, I'm God's child. I don't have any poetry out yet, my friend introduced me here, to sort of vent out my hurt and tears...I've been reading a lot. Your poem came up on the share page of the regular board thing. I hope you don't mind, I copied this, framed it, and it reminds me of the fact God loves me, and even thought I lost my child it wasn't my fault. How old is yours?
Thanks for listening, I'm going out on the beach today, and finally start to be with the land of the living.
lost a baby..missing her so much
let him carry you
feeling depressed and evan not much strength
let him carry you
strugling within, mad, sad and in between
let him carry you
he loves you --he really does and so do i