128. For Baby Adam
"Key/Trigger":
It was a hot Summer Saturday. As I drove to the grocery, I passed a church parking lot with some teenagers holding signs by the road saying: "Car Wash to help with funeral for Baby Adam". I completed my shopping and returned. I made a donation and asked: "How old was the child?" I was told: "He was stillborn."
I felt several powerful sentiments in response:
a. How sad that this mother, after manifesting such courage through all the trials of pregnancy, should find her wish and labor of motherhood denied.
b. Names have meaning; and sometimes, power. The name was significant, for it referred to the only mortal not born of human mother.
c. How could I, or should I even attempt to, provide any measure of comfort, however small, to this heroine I would never know?
I returned home, and after prayer, began experimenting with verse. After initial frustration, I placed the matter in the Lord's hands: "If Thou hast need of any talent I can bring to this tragedy, I ask for Thy inspiration--the power, the words, and the glory are Thine." I immediately received the following, which I printed and then gave to the mother's friends less than an hour after I had left them. I hoped that the mourners might appreciate the message sent that Deity so grieved with them as to impel a rather poor poet, and a complete stranger, to reach out in sympathy. The poem and its accompanying brief message read as follows:
For Baby Adam
The first and only of God's sons
Within the race of man on Earth,
He, named as Adam, was the one
Who did not have a mortal birth.
He brought from Heaven's holy light
That love and grace born of the Son.
With Mother Eve, he shared God's sight
Of what, together, they'd begun.
Adam, mortal sire of our realm,
Succor this child with thy name.
And bid us not be overcome,
As we share parents' grief and pain.
We know that Father hears our prayers
And Jesus feels each earthly ache.
We pray that unseen angels care
And aid us for the Savior's sake.
We meet soon in a holy place,
To bid farewell to unborn child.
And, trusting Jesus, and His grace,
We'll feel His peace both sweet and mild.
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Received for Adam's parents, friends, and family. Adam's mother may, in the due time of the Lord, know and raise her unborn infant in a higher realm. If any virtue or value be found in the work—praise God. I am a poor recipient of Divine goodwill.
Original work, but no rights reserved.
Revelation 21:4 King James Version (KJV)
“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away."
It was a hot Summer Saturday. As I drove to the grocery, I passed a church parking lot with some teenagers holding signs by the road saying: "Car Wash to help with funeral for Baby Adam". I completed my shopping and returned. I made a donation and asked: "How old was the child?" I was told: "He was stillborn."
I felt several powerful sentiments in response:
a. How sad that this mother, after manifesting such courage through all the trials of pregnancy, should find her wish and labor of motherhood denied.
b. Names have meaning; and sometimes, power. The name was significant, for it referred to the only mortal not born of human mother.
c. How could I, or should I even attempt to, provide any measure of comfort, however small, to this heroine I would never know?
I returned home, and after prayer, began experimenting with verse. After initial frustration, I placed the matter in the Lord's hands: "If Thou hast need of any talent I can bring to this tragedy, I ask for Thy inspiration--the power, the words, and the glory are Thine." I immediately received the following, which I printed and then gave to the mother's friends less than an hour after I had left them. I hoped that the mourners might appreciate the message sent that Deity so grieved with them as to impel a rather poor poet, and a complete stranger, to reach out in sympathy. The poem and its accompanying brief message read as follows:
For Baby Adam
The first and only of God's sons
Within the race of man on Earth,
He, named as Adam, was the one
Who did not have a mortal birth.
He brought from Heaven's holy light
That love and grace born of the Son.
With Mother Eve, he shared God's sight
Of what, together, they'd begun.
Adam, mortal sire of our realm,
Succor this child with thy name.
And bid us not be overcome,
As we share parents' grief and pain.
We know that Father hears our prayers
And Jesus feels each earthly ache.
We pray that unseen angels care
And aid us for the Savior's sake.
We meet soon in a holy place,
To bid farewell to unborn child.
And, trusting Jesus, and His grace,
We'll feel His peace both sweet and mild.
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Received for Adam's parents, friends, and family. Adam's mother may, in the due time of the Lord, know and raise her unborn infant in a higher realm. If any virtue or value be found in the work—praise God. I am a poor recipient of Divine goodwill.
Original work, but no rights reserved.
Revelation 21:4 King James Version (KJV)
“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away."