The Day I Saw the Hands of God
My Miracle, Jared and Me
A Little Back Story to My Poem
I must say as I tell my son's story it still brings me to tears and as I cry writing this, know that even though he was beaten to death, the good Lord saved his life back in 2005. This is something I will never forget and that our entire family has severe PTSD, So when he fell on the same spot from his injury from before and now he needed brain surgery I was a complete mess.
He was abducted at the age of 19, mistaken identity to where I had to hide my son, my 12-year son and I for years. Jared has 4 skull fractures, collapsed lung, internal bleeding, and hemorrhaging on his brain in several places, stab wound and they proceeded to throw him out of a moving vehicle at 60mph. So had extreme road rash and had to have rocked picked out of his flesh.
This is just a scratch on the surface and I ask for prayer for the Lord to move Jared home with me. He's doing well but since his fall, he kind of needs me more. So, here is a poem I would like to share and dedicate it to My Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ and to my son, Who is a great survivor and who doctors call a walking miracle!
The Day I Saw the Hands of God
The Passage of Time Stands Still...
I wish I could change how the world has treated you
To make things easier living your life in all that you do
Sometimes life isn't fair, we get caught in a glitch
Before we even know what happens, it's changed within minutes
I wish I could take away all the pain that you have ever felt
To guard your heart, for you not to experience this tragedy that makes life standstill
I do feel your pain, It seeps deep into my heart without my permission
When I found you almost dead; my whole world changed, then came my decisions
I.C.U with Code Names
No greater pain, not even God's thunderous rage
Could have prepared me for what I saw on that tragic day
My heart sank to my chest, how I would have died for you too
If God would just save my son, He could have me instead and not you
You didn't even know that I was your mother, you just didn't know
I dropped down to my knees, cried from the deepest part of my soul
I cried to my God, please take my son in your hands
Cradle him, breathe for him so he can grow up to be a man
Blessings Flow like a Miracle Rush of the Wind
It now has been 15 years, since that tragic day
I thank God for carrying my son when times were so gray
You are happy now and you are finally happy with your life, so happy and free
I have seen the hands of God, touch down to save my son for me
The future is brighter now, full of life, love, and grace
I learned to lean on God, as he washed my tears away
He saved my son, my family at best, when all is said and done
My son is a walking miracle, I saw the hands of God from the heavens above...
"Let me paint you a picture - a picture with words"
Thank you, Lord, for the gift of writing poetry!
I praise the Lord for the gift of writing from my heart in hope of touching your hearts and bring the joy of beautiful memories past and future.
And most of all in sharing my love of Christ Jesus with the world- Amen— Donna Rayne
This content is accurate and true to the best of the author’s knowledge and is not meant to substitute for formal and individualized advice from a qualified professional.
© 2020 Donna Rayne