Hannah's Cry
- Angela Guy
- Apr 12
- 2 min read

You have closed my womb creating this unborn desire.
Inside, I’m a hollow tomb, my dilemma is dire.
You listen and provide for her! Why am I in anguish.
Until you remove this shameful barrier, I languish.
I’m saddened. I cannot eat though you bestow generously.
Year upon year my enemy provokes me so grievously.
I am a desperate woman troubled in spirit.
My longing for what I’m lacking reflects on my merit.
I’m provoked to irritation due to the speculation.
Viewed as unworthy, great is my anxiety and vexation.
Is this for my honor? Would I give it back to you?
With it, would I glorify your name as is your due?
I want a legacy to be a bright jewel of purpose.
I know I have your favor, won’t you grant me your surplus?
This is a good thing, not a debased desire, that I request.
Yet you withhold it from my reach, leaving me feeling depressed.
Why am I sorrowful when my heavenly father above,
Gives me His Abundant Portion and lavishes me with love?
My value is not determined by my barrenness.
It is held in the hands of the one who is blameless.
There is no one like the Lord. There is no rock like our God.
We rejoice in your salvation. We stand before you awed.
This does not curse me forever as unworthy or useless.
Show me, Lord, how you delight in me, please bring me awareness.
Going from your presence, satisfied. Your goodness doesn’t cease.
I am presenting my petition to you filled with peace.
The Lord is a God of knowledge, and by Him actions are weighed.
Talk no more! Your pride will stumble, and your arrogance will fade.
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