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Created on: September 20, 2008
ODE TO AN UNBORN CHILD
Dear boy or girl we'll never know
The perfect child God formed just so
Forever gone, we'll never see
The person you were meant to be.
With tears of grief we cry for you
The little child we never knew
The person we shall never know
Because they killed you long ago.
An accident, a big mistake
To fix it right, your life they take
All better now, no one need know
The little babe God formed just so.
"It wasn't planned", "It should not be",
"I cannot carry this life in me"
"I have a choice", "Don't tell me no"
"I can do what I want, and I want it so."
"What will my parents, friends, all say?"
"My boyfriend says, "No way! No way.
I won't want you, I'll leave today,
If you don't get it fixed my way."
Whatever reason, whatever plan
They took your life, they lost your hand
A hand they'll never touch or hold
They threw you away in a world so cold.
Were you a son they'll never have?
A daughter who'd be a healing salve,
To a hurting world so full of sin?
They did not let you enter in.
If only Mary for all the shame
Had killed the Christ-child before he came
Oh woe to us, a world of sin
No joy or hope or Christ within!
I love you babe, whom they destroyed
Forever leaving a painful void
That you'll never see the light of day
That you'll never laugh or run or play.
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