Hear my heart quiver, it trembles amidst
The awakening pangs of a birth persist.
What a moment may deliver is a stranger to me.
God, be kind, be gentle with whatever you see.
I must not fear to stand alone or on my own.
This has been ever carved deep into my bone.
I would step forward despite loss of breath
For all heavenly gain, and Faith reign over death.
This moment, this hour, this minute is all
That I have to give forward, I must answer each Call.
Then I die to fear, let all go in one sweep
I am here
My heart beats.
And with God all will keep.
©2011 Linda Willows