Abortion
Each child is a blessing
But with them we are messing
We love the pleasure of sex
But then despise what comes next
A baby is formed in the girl's tummy
A little one to some day call her mommy
Pregnancy now considered body distortion
So she turns towards the option of abortion
This little one so small & meek
Might not live past one week
The metal tools that are so sharp
Begin to tear the baby apart
Abortions are made up of blood and gore
Of this slaughter I can take no more
Whether it's early or whether it's late
Appointments for abortion should never be made
But we are not grateful for these gifts
Our spirits this baby's birth lifts
How marvelous is human life
But to these children of God we take a knife
They have no choice
We are their voice
How tragic to this privilege misuse
A precious miracle to lose
People with desires of selfishness
Choose to ignore God's distress
There is a light at the end of the tunnel for each tiny being
However, it seems only to God do these babies have meaning
Sex is temporary & will not last forever
This baby's life we should not sever
For the love between a mother and child
Is something that can't be measured in miles
A connection is made when the mom takes a look
This baby's life with abortion she almost took
When you feel afraid
Like maybe you've been raped
I promise you are not alone
And this problem you won't face on your own
God sees your hurt & pain
But promises sunshine after the rain
I believe no matter the circumstance abortion is wrong
Babies in this world God says belong
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