From God's Arms, To My Arm's, To Yours

So Many wrong decisions in my past.

I'm not quite sure if I can ever trust my judgement anymore.

But lately I've been thinking,

Cause it's all I've had to do.

And in my heart I feel that I should give this child to you.

And maybe, you could tell your baby,

When you love him so, that he's been loved before.

By someone, who delivered your son, from God's arms, to my arms, to yours.

If you choose to tell him,

If he wants to know.

How the one who gave him life

Could bear to let him go.

Just tell him there were sleepless nights, I prayed and paced the floors,

And knew the only peace I'd find,

Was if this child was yours.

And maybe, you could tell your baby,

When you love him so, that he's been loved before,

By someone who delivered your son, from God's arms, to my arms, to yours.

This may not be the answer, for another girl like me.

But I'm not on a soapbox

Saying how we all should be.

I'm just trusting in my feelings,

And I 'm trusting in God above,

And I 'm trusting you can give this baby both his mother's love.

And maybe, you could tell your baby,

When you love him so, that he's been loved before.

By someone, who delivered your son, from God's arms, to my arms, to yours.

...The poem I'm giving to Brent and Stacy*...