Birth and Rebirth
All of a sudden the birth pangs came
Hoped for, dreaded, intense
Focusing every bodily sense
Into the crisis of pain.
The baby lay on my arm
Small, round, red, crushed face
Every finger and toe in place
Suckling at last and calm.
Oh the joy of a baby’s smile
When dark eyes looked at me
The stirring of life in a soul is seen
In the love of a little child.
I thought of the birth pangs borne for me
As Jesus hung on the cross
What agony and bitter loss
He paid for a soul set free!
But oh the joy on the Father’s part
When I look to Him above
When He sees a smile of adoring love
Awakening in my heart!
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