My mother endured three days of labor before my birth,
Imagining her ordeal, I reflect on each day’s worth.
Day one, fear gripped her, a daunting start,
Pushing through grief with a sickening heart.

The second day, confusion reigned supreme,
Questions and doubts, a relentless stream.
Wishing for a different outcome, a change in fate,
Yearning for relief from the prolonged wait.

Day three, exhaustion prevailed, hope nearly lost,
Seeking an end to the misery, at any cost.
Then, unexpectedly, a beam of light,
And I entered the world, ending the plight.

Reflecting on my birth and the resurrection day,
A pattern emerges, showing the way.
Resurrection brings hope, even in the darkest hour,
A reminder of God’s power, His restoring power.
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