Anna the mother of Samuel had a hell of a time being the wife that was called and considered barren. She held on to God as the provider and had a lot of characteristics placed on her, even called drunk when she did not know what she was intoxicated by. To her she was speaking in pain but to the people she was rambling and considered a drunk. She had probably never tasted alcohol before but who cares. She sounded drunk and no one knew her story.
The issue is always the backstory no one knows.
Opinion takes precedence.
Judgement follows.
For every action there is always a reaction which is a result of the story.
It is understood that personal issues are personal businesses so let us keep it personal by not judging. Opinion is not always required.
Anna’s Cry in faith
In shadows long, her burden grew,
A barren heart, a dream in view.
Her rival mocked, her spirit torn,
A woman shamed, yet faith reborn.
To Shiloh’s steps, her feet did tread,
With silent lips, her prayers unsaid.
Her soul poured out, a wordless plea,
To God who hears eternity.
The priest looked on, his judgment swift,
“Drunk,” he claimed, as though adrift.
But Anna rose, her voice sincere,
“No wine has touched these lips, I swear.
I speak from grief, from depths of pain,
A heart laid bare in hope’s domain.”
Her prayer reached Heaven’s endless height,
And God returned her joy that night.
A son was born, her vow she kept,
Through tears of joy, she softly wept.
She named him Samuel, “God has heard,”
A life redeemed by faith and word.
Anna’s Vow
In the silence of scorn, her anguish grew,
Her barren heart, a hope she knew.
Mocked by voices that pierced her soul,
Yet Anna held on to a God who consoles.
Through tears she walked to Shiloh’s door,
Her spirit bowed, her pain poured forth.
No words could shape her broken plea,
But her silent decree was heard loud and clear.
The priest condemned her trembling frame,
“Drunk,” he called, “a woman of shame.”
But Anna rose with faith profound,
“No wine has touched me; my grief resounds.
I’ve cried to God, the giver of life,
To heal my heart, to end this strife.
A child I seek, and if He wills,
To Him alone this child I’ll give.”
Her prayer ascended, her vow took flight,
Through shadowed pain, her soul found light.
And in her arms, the promise came,
A child of joy, Samuel his name.
Yet love demanded a mother’s pain,
To give her son to God’s domain.
With trembling hands, her vow she kept,
Though in her heart, a storm had wept.
Faith held firm, her spirit strong,
Through sacrifice, her voice belonged.
Anna’s story, a timeless song,
Of trust in God when all feels wrong.
In the silence of scorn, her anguish grew,
Her barren heart, a hope she knew.
Mocked by voices that pierced her soul,
Yet Anna held on to a God who consoles.
Through tears she walked to Shiloh’s door,
Her spirit bowed, her pain poured forth.
No words could shape her broken plea,
But her silent decree was heard loud and clear.
The priest condemned her trembling frame,
“Drunk,” he called, “a woman of shame.”
But Anna rose with faith profound,
“No wine has touched me; my grief resounds.
I’ve cried to God, the giver of life,
To heal my heart, to end this strife.
A child I seek, and if He wills,
To Him alone this child I’ll give.”
Her prayer ascended, her vow took flight,
Through shadowed pain, her soul found light.
And in her arms, the promise came,
A child of joy, Samuel his name.
Yet love demanded a mother’s pain,
To give her son to God’s domain.
With trembling hands, her vow she kept,
Though in her heart, a storm had wept.
Faith held firm, her spirit strong,
Through sacrifice, her voice belonged.
Anna’s story, a timeless song,
Of trust in God when all feels wrong.
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