ABORTION

The cry of a newborn,

to Dad and to Mother,

Is shared by the family,

both sister and brother.

Like music so sweet,

the birds in their splendor,

Can never compete

with something so tender.

The inalienable right,

in our constitution,

Is taken from millions

by man's institution.

The cries are so small,

the sound of their voice,

Will never be heard,

in the name of a "choice."

But one day we'll know them;

we will hear their cry.

We'll meet them in heaven,

in the sweet by and by.

Though robbed of their lives

down here on the earth,

In God's great tomorrow,

we'll know of their worth.

In splendor and glory,

like the wings of a dove,

They will share in God's riches,

in heaven above.

We'll know them; we'll love them;

we'll tell them again,

We never forgot them,