Who gives life?
This gift is given from above, from a God
reigning down in love.
My spirit placed in my body like a hand in
a glove.
This is where my story starts, but it came
to a halt by no fault of my own, when I was
stripped away from my mother’s womb, the
place that I called home.
From conception I am God's workmanship, my
life created for a purpose, but in your sin,
please don’t decide to usurp it.
You say you’re not ready, I don’t understand;
if you’re not ready, why was I placed into
your hand?
I know it's difficult to believe, but God
is sufficient to fulfill all your needs.
However I was conceived, God compels you to
believe that through the hurt and the pain,
God will show you His great name.
I am not a clump of cells, the image of God
in me dwells.
I know it’s more convenient to believe that
because it’s your body you can dispose of
the debris, which you believe me to be, but
that’s a fallacy.
My size, location, and level of dependency
are not sufficient reasons to dispose of my
humanity.
You think that to bring me into the world
would be cruel, so instead you’re about
to deny God’s set standard and rule.
One thing you neglect to see is that the decision
between a hard life and no life is an easy
answer for me.
Although you know this to be true, you believe
it to ease the guilt inside of you.
Mom, God planned your pregnancy out from the
start and he doesn’t give you the authority
to tear me apart.
This deed will not impart release; with making
my life cease will not bring you peace.
Dad, this is your hour, stand up, don’t
be a coward.
Take responsibility for my mother because
in God’s eyes you’re already my father.
I know, it might be more convenient to believe
that because you’re the father you shouldn’t
disagree, but I urge you to act, and don’t
turn back, not only for me
but also for you and my mother, because from
guilt you both might never recover.
I know you're looking for a solution to this
dilemma you’re in, but spilling my life's
blood won't cover your sin.
I know you're scared, but please don’t hide,
be the man God called you to be, don’t bring
my mother inside.
An evil deed was done that day, My parents
didn't have a word to say because I’m the
baby they decided to slay, taken from the
womb, I was stripped away.
God didn't make a mistake when he made me,
but you did that day when you said I couldn't
stay, all I could do was hope and pray, but
I didn’t have a say.
God wanted you to raise me as your own; instead
you placed me on Moloch’s throne.
A far cry from a hug and goodbye, you turned
a blind eye and your eyes are dry.
You set up a wall so you couldn't feel, you
let me go without believing I was real.
You thought I wasn’t yours to keep,
but every night that you go to sleep, you
hear me cry and weep.
A few years later, you can clearly see, that
the guilt in your soul is because you killed
me.
You find it hard to breathe, because of the
grief you feel so deep, you try to find ease,
but you still can’t find relief.
But Mom, Dad, I’m here to say, though you
stripped my life away, I’m safe, in the
loving arms of the God of grace, and there’s
hope for you, despite your misdeeds,
Christ died so you can be freed, freed from
the hurt, freed from the shame,
in Christ you are given a new name
Abortion, it’s a tragedy, a sign of man’s
depravity, but the gravity of the insanity
of this behavior cannot be stopped by mere
disfavor.
Church, not a building or a place, but believers
saved by God’s grace.
This is to you, as you pursue all that Christ
has commanded you to do.
The fact that you won’t stand has led to
the degradation of our land.
I know it might be more convenient to believe
that because you’re the church you shouldn’t
intervene, but I urge you today to not shy
away….
Church stand as one, against the murdering
of our daughters and sons.
Let us address this with biblical insight,
being caring and contrite, that through the
gospel of Christ they will be given new life.
