DEAR BABY...©
Dear Baby, with a gender,
Dear Baby, with a name,
God’s such a blessing sender,
Secretly fashioning your frame.
Precious are His thoughts for you,
His plans for you are wise,
For you’ll accomplish something new,
Run the straight race, win the prize.
But there’s a problem Baby dear,
As in Mummies womb you lay,
Your parents want you out of here,
Your precious life to slay.
You see, Daddies job’s important,
and for promotion there’s a fight,
Mummy also tends to rave and rant,
Those stretch marks!
What a sight!
So, Baby dear it’s time to go,
Take your gender and your name,
Your parents have become your foe,
They think life’s just a game.
You see, they don’t know Jesus,
Their wisdom’s from the ‘Pit’,
It’s down to pleasing Me, and Us,
So around their table you won’t sit.
So Baby dear, for you I pray,
And the millions of your kind,
For justice to prevail on Judgment Day;
Selfish parents are so blind!
Come Lord Jesus in your Glory,
Gather precious babes into your arms,
Perfect for them another story,
Their names engraved upon your palms.
written by Leslie Gaston
SAFE IN ARMS OF JESUS
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Special Thanks To:
- Bro. Leslie for the use of his poem and abort picture.
- Bro Timmy for allowing me to use his angels.
