Why am I given this bundle of joy,
Wrapped up in a blanket of blue,
Fumbling and faltering in a broken hue,
Who is to blame Lord, me or You?
Why must I have a burden of care,
When I see others have nothing to fear?
Why should I be the one who has to share,
The trials of pain that you had to bear?
My child you are the best I have at hand,
To place this sweet little one in this land.
No one else here can do what you’ll do,
So I have chosen to place this special one with you!
I have found you so faithful and true,
So I entrust this little child for you to do
I have much faith and trust in you
That you’ll not fail in this my call for you!
So lift up your head and proudly dare,
A world that would often stand and stare!
Tell them that I’ve specifically called you specially for this,
To show them who they are and what is amiss!
© Sabina Tagore Immanuel