I’ve had my own belly full of boy,
my own heart filled with fear that
this world wasn’t good enough for
him. I’ve had dreams changed by
unexpected angels, life rearranged
in a split second. I have pondered
things in my heart. But did it start
-le her when he cried, wondering if
if it was Lord’s call or baby’s wail?
Did she daily fail, fall, and ask for
extra grace? Did she know it all
when she saw that tiny face? Did
she rock the Rock of Ages through
all stages of heartache? Oh, Mary,
there is so much I don’t know. How
did you trust that tiny Savior so?