See her?  Growing belly, aching heart.

“I did not want to be in this place.”

No joy.

Baby wrought in pain.

Trying to make wise choices.

Seeking forgiveness,

Finding rejection.

Needing a hand,

Finding a wall.

The world is dark and cold.


I weep.


Longing to show hope and haven

In Him who pierced the darkness;

Who wrapped Himself in humanity,

That the sinner might know sympathy.


God, who comforts the downcast,

Father of the Fatherless,

Frame us toward Your Light.

Lift our battered brows

To see Your Face.

For in Your smile is grace.


Help us to restore.


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