Break the Hold (a poem)

Broken GlassBreak the hold of evil here
Silence all the evil jeers
Put Your love in place of fear
Wipe away these children’s tears

You are present in this place
With the dregs of human race
Reach into the filth and waste
Show the victims Thy great grace

Lord, we know that right makes might
Giants fall when shepherds fight
Evil thieves in dark of night
Lord, burst forth with rays of light

Trampled underfoot are these
Only you can hear their pleas
Break their bonds and set them free
Give them hope their eyes can see

So break the hold of evil men
To their strongholds armies send
Infiltrate the wicked dens
All the broken hearts to mend

(Copyright 2014, by Leah E. Good)

This poem was inspired by a quote in Terrify no More, by Gary Haugen.

Originally posted on May 12, 2015.

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Baby Will You (a poem)

As I learn about adoption and orphan care, I often try to imagine how I would feel standing in the shoes of various people living through the circumstances that lead to a child being orphaned or adopted. This poem is the result of trying to imagine what a birth mother must think as she chooses adoption for her baby.

Baby Will You

Baby Will You

Baby will you know I love you?
When you hug a different mother.
Will you think of where you grew?
Nine months before you knew another.

Will you miss me as you grow,
The way I miss you here at home?
Will you ever even know?
Your birth mommy loves you so.

Will I ever hold you tight?
The way I did on your birth night.
Will you think I did what’s right?
To help you live a better life.

Will you ever love me back?
Dare I even hope for that?
Will you forgive me what I lacked?
Can we ever sit and chat?

Love the ones who tuck you in,
The ones I chose to raise you up.
They’re the ones who call you kin,
At their family table sup.

But save a place within your heart,
For the girl who gave you life.
For even though we live apart,
I think of you each day and night.

Break the Hold (a poem)

Broken GlassBreak the hold of evil here
Silence all the evil jeers
Put Your love in place of fear
Wipe away these children’s tears

You are present in this place
With the dregs of human race
Reach into the filth and waste
Show the victims Thy great grace

Lord, we know that right makes might
Giants fall when shepherds fight
Evil thieves in dark of night
Lord, burst forth with rays of light

Trampled underfoot are these
Only you can hear their pleas
Break their bonds and set them free
Give them hope their eyes can see

So break the hold of evil men
To their strongholds armies send
Infiltrate the wicked dens
All the broken hearts to mend

(Copyright 2014, by Leah E. Good)

This poem was inspired by a quote in Terrify no More, by Gary Haugen.

I Want to be a Princess (a poem)

I want to be a princess,Princess2
Not the ordinary kind.
Don’t care about the dresses,
But about the ties that bind.

I want to be a princess,
In a family of my own,
To know a mommy loves me,
Not to sit upon a throne.

I want to be a princess,
In the heart of my own dad,
He would be the bestest king,
And we’d never be too sad.

I want to be a princess,
Just because a family cares,
Never be alone again,
But go to parks and fairs.

I want to be a princess,
Have a daddy say goodnight,
Get lots of hugs and kisses,
Before Mommy dims the lights.

I want to be a princess,
But I don’t need a lot of lace.
If only you would love me,
I’d wear a smile on my face.

(copyright 2014, by Leah E. Good)

The Choice (a poem)

xray-baby-in-stomach_19-131027Lately my reading has caused me to think a lot about the mothers that, for various reasons, are separated from their biological children. Whether young women in the states who surrender their children for adoption, women in other countries who bring their children to orphanages in hope they’ll have a better life, or those that abandon their children because they can’t bear to watch them starve. Each story about these women who love their children but find it necessary to give them up is heartbreaking. Saturday night I was talking to a lady from our church who works at a crisis pregnancy center. This poem is a combination of past reading and my conversation with her.

The Choice
Pregnant, alone, faced with a choice;
Carry through or silence a voice?
She tries to think, but it’s in vain.
How can she reason past the pain?

She wanted love, but love is gone,
Ran away at the word ‘unborn’.
Left her to make the choice alone,
His own small child so soon disowned.

It felt good then, but now it aches,
A broken heart amid mistakes.
Broken, confused, and what’s inside?
A baby or cells? Which side lied?

If only tears would cease to flow.
If only she true love could know,
The baby there beneath her heart,
Might have a chance to make a start.

(copyright 2014 by Leah E. Good)

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Sunny (a poem)

SunnyIn a land of a billion,
God’s loving eye finds one girl.
Only one of the millions,
She’s to God a precious pearl.

Of little worth to others,
Yet she’s priceless in God’s sight.
Deserving of a mother,
Who will tuck her in at night.

Unattractive to the world,
Yet she’s beautiful to God.
Needs a pretty dress to twirl,
And a dad’s approving nod.

God takes pleasure to redeem,
The souls the world ignores.
He bids you come, join the team,
Be his hands on earthly shores.

(copyright 2013 by Leah E. Good)

Sunny-a poem

This poem is written in honor of the current Advocate & Pray child, Sunny. Please feel free to use the poem on your own blog or social media page as long as you include the copyright blurb at the bottom and include a link either to Sunny’s Advocate and Pray page or the post about her on No Hands But Ours. Thanks!

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Min Kyo (a poem)

Photo Credit: Jean Kim

Photo Credit: Jean Kim

Laugh you little baby,
As you crawl on the floor.
Hoping for the maybe,
A family to adore.

Keep waiting for the kiss,
Of those who always will,
Know what is amiss,
Or why you’re laughing still.

God who sees the sparrow,
Is surely watching you,
Guides down pathway narrow,
Someone to love you true.

Laugh again sweet baby,
Your father up above,
Knows each little maybe,
The path to family’s love.

(copyright 2013 by Leah E. Good)

Min Kyo-a poem

This poem was written in honor of the current Advocate & Pray child, Min Kyo. (Read about Min Kyo here.) To my surprise, shortly after posting about this precious little girl, a young woman I know contacted me to say that her family is inquiring after Min Kyo. She asked for prayer that, “if the Lord wills, he will break down any walls keeping her from her family.” Please pray for Min Kyo and this family who loves her.

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Please feel free to share this poem on your own blog, e-zine, etc. I just ask that you keep the copyright written below the poem and that you include a link either to this post or to Advocate & Pray: Min Kyo. It would also be wonderful if you could share a link to where you shared it in the comments section. Thank you!

Aris (a poem)

ethiopian girlWatching from her silent world,
Silent voices round her swirl,
Seconds ticking by unheard,
Needs to know the hopeful word.

Has no voice to speak her heart,
Needs someone to take her part,
Give a voice to silent pleas,
Listen to her, won’t you, please.

Child precious in God’s sight,
May your shadows turn to light.
God above will take your hand,
Lead you to the promised land.

Deafened ears will hear his voice,
Muted voices then rejoice.
Be the mouth she needs below,
God’s unfailing love to show.

(Copyright Leah Good 2013)

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As you probably guessed by the title, this poem is inspired by Aris, the current Advocate & Pray child. You are welcome to use this poem on your own blog, site, or social media account as long as you include a link to the Aris’ Advocate & Pray post or her Profile on the Agency site.

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