God's wraith is stored up for the ones who, with scorn:
Consider as worthless the tiny preborn.
For these little ones are precious to Him;
He loves and He watches the growth of each limb.
And each little fetus(imperfect ones too)
Is special to God, though she is hidden from view.
Someday at judgement small voices will cry;
Indicting their mothers, who caused them to die.
Accusing their doctor who ened their lives;
With suction and saline, with drugs and with knives.
Like abel whose blood cried to God against Cain;
Thier blood will expose those who caused them such pain.
Then she who once cried "My body is my own!"
Will stand mutely facing her sentence alone.
No longer proclaiming her right to free choice;
But haunted in Hell by that Innocent Voice.
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Dear Lord,
I offer Thee my prayers, sacrifices, and fasts of this day. I offer them to Thee, Heavenly Father, because I sorrow over the abortions done today, and i beg Thee to intercede. Father.
I desire to do more, even in little ways, to end this horrible sin . I seek Thy guidance and grace, to help me restore a respect for all innocent life in danger of unjust death. Amen.
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Solace and Love
Come, grieving child,
let me a mother be,
your tears, your agony of soul
are known to me.
Such pain
no heart should have to bear alone,
Come close
and let me make your grief my own.
How well I know
a mother's pain of loss!
I watched my own Son die
upon the Cross.
No hymn sublime,
No earthly work of art
Can tell of empty arms and broken heart.
But, oh, my child,
His dying words ring true:
"Forgive them,
for they know not what they do."
Those outstretched arms
forevermore embrace
repentant souls
that seek His saving grace.
Go then to Jesus
and be reconciled,
Tell Him your grief
for your aborted child.
Open to Him your heart,
you inmost soul,
He yearns for you
and longs to make you whole.
Place in His heart
your guilt, your pain, your fears,
and let His gentle hand
dry all your tears.
Hear His absolving words
and, through His Blood,
find pardon, peace,
and everlasting love.
Forgiven by God,
forgive yourself, then, too,
Your precious child
forgives you and waits for you.
yesm til the day
you see her face to face,
I'll keep your baby safe
in my embrace.
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Whispers From Heaven
Mother, dear, dear Mother,
could we talk, you and I?
When I look down from Heaven,
sometimes I see you cry.
I want so much to hug you then
as tight as tight can be,
Because I think the tears you shed
are sad, sad tears for me.
Dear Mother, I forgive you,
O please believe I do!
It must have been so difficult,
so very hard for you.
They told you things would be all right,
your life would just go on,
But never said how much you'd weep
and grieve when I'd be gone.
Yet we can still be very close
and love each other, too,
For though I'm now with God,
I'LL ALWAYS BE A PART OF YOU.
So Mother, won't you NAME me, please
and from my Home above
I'll hear you and I'll come each time
you call to me with Love.
I'd like to be the faithful friend
in whom you can confide;
Your sentinel before God's Throne,
the Angel at your side.
So TALK to me and SING to me,
and PRAY with me, please do!
And when you send a smile to me,
I'll send one back to you!
So don't be sad, Mother,
you'll be fine, I know,
For I'll be there in Spirit
whereever you may go.
And when God brings you home to me,
my heart will know true bliss,
As I run up to greet you
with a great big hug and kiss!
Love,
Your Aborted Child.
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