The sky is shedding tears today And rain clouds come to cry But nature's tears can't wash away Our lonely lullaby
You never had a chance to live, Discover all the good, Abundant blessings life would give In happy childhood
We'd hold you in our arms secure Our newborn girl or boy Embracing innocence so pure We'd nurture you in joy
We pray to heal from this deep pain And when our days are through The sun will break through tears of rain To light the way to you
And as the rain leaves morning dew Like teardrops from the sky We hope one day to sing to you A sunrise lullaby.
Rise America
Show me your blue skies, your rolling farmlands The oceans that cradle you, your peaks above the clouds, I'm ready for your return
Show me your heroes, rising for all His children, Children young and old, Lead them to your safe embrace
Rise America, protect your children In wombs once safe, On your streets and fields of play, Be their guardian
Show me your rivers, your gentle streams Your green valleys of life, your canyons, your falls, Lead us on your garden paths and mountain trails To your greater nature.
Be at Peace
Be at peace It's not over yet Be at peace Do not fret Be at peace The sun hasn't set Be at peace Don't forget Be at peace He paid the debt Be at peace.
Mother of the Americas, expecting her child
Just Fetius is, what they call me,Don't Kill me! { A Cry from a unborn Child } But Im much more, you see. Im a voice, from with in My mommy carries me in her wonb, For Nine months sometimes Ten. I have a heart beat, Soon I will grow feet. Please, Don't kill me Im just a seed now, that's true, But Im worth Listening to. I never ask to be consevied, so why take my right from me. My right to live, Let me be born, Im a gift,from above. Please, Don't kill me Let me breath, Allow me to grow up, and be me. I want to climb trees, I want to turn Three. I want to go to school or even swim in a pool. But you want to take that all from me. Please, Mommy and Daddy Don't kill me. Im a Human Bean, A Angle without wings. Carry me til the end, 9 mon is not very long. Then when Im born, You can teach me things. You really don't have to Kill me, Jesus will help Us make it. Don't Kill me. Let me have a chance to be free and to just be me. Written By: Shanta
They Are Wrong
They tell us you are not a child They tell us that you have no soul They tell us you are but a choice A lump of fetal tissue Undifferentiated cells A potential human being Cell cluster Research material Parasite Disease Medical waste
They are wrong
You are life You are a soul Made to be His wonderful image A reflection of His holiness A son or daughter of a mother Determined at conception Written in the plan of God . . . Before the world was born.
We Will Never Surrender
We will not be silent, As this goes on everyday. We will not watch quietly, As more lives are taken away.
We will continue our fight for life, Though winning seems no where near. The one thing we will not do, Is give into our fears.
The fear of being persecuted, Laughed at, or pushed aside. We will never surrender, If it costs us innocent lives.
Pro-Choice people laugh at us, Saying, "Just some stupid kids". When the enemy says we're too young, It's just another one of their fibs.
Submitted by Julia
Never Had The Chance
You never got to see the sun, The moon, or a shooting star. You never combed a dolly's hair, Or raced a toy car.
You never saw snowflakes, Or a flock of geese in flight. You never jumped in a pile of leaves, Or caught lightning bugs at night.
You never got the chance to laugh, Or the chance to cry. Because someone made the choice, That said you had to die.
Submitted by Julia
Withered Fruits
The swingsets are empty, silent, and still, As if remembering the children that were killed. The sandbox is quiet, flat, and remote, Without castles, toys, or handdug moats.
The slide is without little girls, Laughing, playing, and doing twirls. The field is without little boys, Catching frogs, pollywogs, and making noise.
This is the withered fruits abortion brings, Now you see it does terrible things. This is why we must stand strong, Before the children are all gone.
Submitted by Julia
Only God Knows
My poor child, I'm sorry, You never got to live. I didn't understand, All I thought of was "What if?".
What if I had to quit school? What if my parents knew? I was just a child then, I didn't realize, so were you.
My precious little baby, Who you were, only God knows. For I killed you without punishment, Thanks to the death sentence, "Roe".
Submitted by Julia
He Cares
The pain she felt was terrible, She had killed her baby boy. Society said it was acceptable, But she had lost her bundle of joy.
Knowing nothing else to do, She knelt down and prayed. Asked the Lord to forgive her, For the mistake she had made.
She told Jesus about, All the pain she beared. But the Son of Man loved, Understood, and cared.
Submitted by Julia
A Promise of Cheer
As months pass away And promise draws near Hope calls us to pray Soon you will be here
Soon you will arrive Our promise so dear Astir and alive Soon you will be here
A promise to come A heartbeat so clear Dear daughter or son We wait for you here
A bright baby boy! A promise of cheer A heaven sent joy Praise be you are here!
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