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There’s A Little Guy Somewhere
“There’s a little guy somewhere
Waiting to appear
Curled up inside his mother’s
Protective atmosphere.
He’s the one they didn’t plan on.
He’s an extra mouth to feed,
A little inconvenience
Neither of them need.
He’s doctor bills and formula.
He’s sleepless nights and stress.
He’s wet and dirty diapers
And a house that is a mess.
He could have been a newer car
Or a cabin with a view
Or a cruise, or clothes or Vegas shows
Or other dreams come true.
So, they talk about abortion
As the alternative
For that fetal imposition
Who would change the way they live.
He isn’t really human.
He doesn’t really breathe.
He was just a misadventure
They happened to conceive.
They sit there in the waiting room
With the papers they must fill,
The waivers and consent forms,
And arrangements for the bill.
They know it’s what they have to do.
There is no other way
But once or twice they wonder
What that little guy might say.
“I wish you wouldn’t do this.
I’ve got too much to do.
I have to learn to walk and talk,
To dress and tie my shoes.
“I have to watch for Daddy
With Mommy at the door
And I Have to ride in shopping carts
When they take me to the store.
“I have to blow out candles
On a lot of birthday cakes
And pose for all the pictures
Mommy always takes.
“If you let them do this
I’ll never learn to wave.
I’ll never have a birthday.
I won’t even have a grave.
“I’ll never play a game
And I’ll never laugh or cry.
I won’t even have a name
And I’ll always wonder why.”
By Bob Scott
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This Country
“This Country is now going through many changes and how one votes will govern for a person’s Lifetime and all of those they love, the young and the Old. The vote should not be taken lightly.
God blessed this Country and it Prospered because the Leaders were Wise and Spiritual men. And the Constitution was created for us to live by. People worked hard and made a good life living by God’s law. Today there are those who try to take God out of the Political Platform.
I myself will look at God’s laws, one being ABORTION – Thou shalt not kill –God’s Future Generation. Who is for this Law, who is against it? Another word is murder. If one will look to see, there are other Laws against God. God gave also “freewill” and the warning “What one sows one surely will reap.”
We have been given “Great Power” the “vote”. I ask you to Pray, think wisely, and use it. Please do not waste it, not only nationally, but also on State and Local levels. Please pray for America.”
Phyllis Stover
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Aborted Angel
“Their screams are never heard by man:
But fall upon our Master’s ears
When fetus is taken from mother’s womb
Thru anguish, pain and tears.
She’s too young to become a mother,
They said,
And the father is yet a boy,
But should they have left my life go on,
I would have brought them endless joy.
For I was more than cells and molecules;
And I had a beating heart.
But they said I was not human yet,
And my life was torn apart.
So into the suction cup of death went this,
God’s greatest work of art,
They took this perfect creation
And stilled its throbbing heart.
As tears rolled down our Master’s face,
And into Heaven a soul was hurled —
A childlike voice was heard to say –
“You weren’t fair to me;
For I might have liked your world.”
By Harvena Jean Cook
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You Didn’t Give Me A Chance
“I could have been a movie star, upon the silver screen
I could have been an Olympian, living out a child’s dream
Dressing up for an evening out, to go to my Senior Dance
With the one who may have been my love, But I’ll never get the chance
I could have been a teacher too, helping a child’s wisdom grow
But that was taken away from me and now I’ll never know
I might have been a minister, who helped worldly wounds to mend
I could have raised the standard, but that was put to an end
I could have sat upon grandpa’s knee as he’d speak to me with pride
He’d say, “Someone’s going to be lucky, with me close by their side”
I will not get to, just, lay back and look to the bright blue sky
And experience the wonder of a rainbow, to see the colors eye to eye
I do not understand the reasons they let me go
I could have helped so many folks but they didn’t see it so
My unborn life was taken for some minuet circumstance
I could have made a difference but I never got the chance
I could have been, so many things with God’s help from above
I could have even showered you, with all my precious love
Many others, like me, will meet this fate and be denied the chance to grow
Who will wipe God’s precious tears? When from His broken heart they flow?
By Jacob Reel
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The Light Went Out
“Once there was a country
Governed by God’s law
The light shone all over it
Within there was no flaw.
It received so many blessings
The harvest was very high.
Mankind acted as God said
Virtue was always high.
You never heard of killings
Of souls He sent to Earth.
Mothers in expectation
Really knew their worth.
Man was married to woman
According to natural way.
Then the Devil stepped in
Tried to head them all astray.
“Have some drugs,” he offered.
“I will really make your day.”
The light was gradually dimming
for many chose this way.
The laws, the Ten Commandments,
was taken from the public eye.
In schools there was no Jesus
Confusion one could espy.
Again the light became dimmer
Less clarity to the eye.
What people are doing this to us?
Why do they think this way?
Am I gradually losing my freedom?
What do I do each day?
Why am I allowing this?
As a Christian I’m supposed to see.
Who wants these ways, I ask you
How did this come to be.
I faced myself quite fully
In truth, I must admit
Always I was too busy
In life, how did I fit?
But life shouted right back at me.
Realize what it’s all about
“Jesus or the Devil”
Did nothing
The light went out.”
Inspiration given to Phyllis Stover
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The cry of an aborted child
None will hear me but You because You see,
I have no vote.
I did not murder nor did I steal or wound.
Yet I am held here helpless before the sterile steel.
Or the poisoned needle.
A death too brutal for murderers is a death
reserved for me.
No comforting breast nor loving Mother’s arms await me.
My body will be given to be burned.
What have I done? I have not earned
this sordid unlamented end.
In sin was I conceived. Unwanted I die
before I shall be born.
O when the metal enters my brain,
when I shall kick my last convulsive agony,
take me, take me to Your arms.
None will console me, none cherish me.
None hear my last suffocated
shriek from the traitorous womb.
Save You, save only You.
O love me God.”John Francis Collins RIP
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