Oh shame, to raise your face and
say ‘Yes, Lord’ to will so wild, for one
would never dream of such
unwanted fate, be found with child, unwed,
betrothed, sure of your lover’s word. Now plans
lie shattered, scattered ‘neath a racing heart, a trembling lip; perhaps a
tear slipped silently as you surrendered.
Yet utter peace enfolds your gentle ‘yes’ and with that word
The Holy Spirit quickens, gives
new life and Comfort that defies the human mind; a
confidence despite the neighbor’s wandering eyes, that all is well
when answering to the Father’s will.
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Beautiful, Karen. Thank you!