Beneath my heart where my womb would be, is an empty space.
No child, no babe, no wee one, will ever inhabit that place.
I am unable to bear a child, a lament my heart did face.
In God’s arrangement and in His manner He provided by His grace.
He took my three and replaced with theirs, three little ones in need.
I recognize that He has blessed me with richness indeed.
He grew them in another’s womb another mother did bear.
My valued cherished daughters to me you gave to care.
Three little faces greet me each new day.
Wild and passionate in their extraordinary way.
Their joy replaces my grief.
I thought that through birth they would come to me but adoption was a relief.
I understand though no babes will come I do unmistakably see.
You enriched our lives by planting a miraculous family tree.