There is a place where life is sweet,
But will not come to these two feet.
This body is of useless matter,
A stain glass window soon to shatter.
The beauty of this waning world,
Shall fall apart as time unfurled.
But do not let you heart be downtrodden,
For we are not, yet to be forgotten.
Keep your faith, in that we shall meet
By the Saviors side and nail pierced feet.
Abortion
Twas as I slept, that I did dream,
And saw a sight that was quite serene.
A woman with a treasure dear,
A piece of gold that brings good cheer.
I then saw another gift of great measure,
Given to another who based life on pleasure.
She looked at the gift, and only thought of it�s weight,
She answered and said, �I don�t want this fate.�
The first woman cried, for to God she had prayed,
And as her child grew sick, at it�s side she had stayed.
Her husband and she wanted a child so surly,
But sad as it be there angel died prematurely.
Tis sad to think of a child unwanted,
We say it�s ok to kill the past so haunted.
Will you try now, to tell the parents of tears,
It is ok there child lived for no years?
The first child buried deep in the ground.
A loving tombstone above it�s head can be found.
The other pleasure full woman, sat waiting in a chair,
And decided that she did not care how this �thing� did fair.
After extracting, the woman felt quite piteous,
The Doctors said, �We can not show you, tis to hideous.�
This baby once beautiful, now mutilated in a jar,
Tis left a poor broken woman, and an open gaping scar.
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