This poem is dedicated to all of the unborn children.
Do you hear the cries of the unborn
child
Do you hear what he is trying to say,
He is trying to plea for his life,
so you don't take it away.
Do you know what will happen to
you when come in front of Jesus
on the judgment day?
He will ask you why you did what
you did, and you will not be able
to explain it away.
When he asks you don't you know
who body belongs too? and you
tell him it belongs to you alone.
Will you listen to him tell you,
that you have that all wrong.
Jesus tell will you in a simple say,
It was his blood that brought your
life on the deary Good Friday
afternoon so very long ago,
and that your body is not your own.
You will think twice about it,
before you take an innocent life
because every life is precious
in our Lord's eyes.
Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 5:15 PM UTC
This poem is dedicated to all of the unborn children.
Do you hear the cries of the unborn
child
Do you hear what he is trying to say,
He is trying to plea for his life,
so you don't take it away.
Do you know what will happen to
you when come in front of Jesus
on the judgment day?
He will ask you why you did what
you did, and you will not be able
to explain it away.
When he asks you don't you know
who body belongs too? and you
tell him it belongs to you alone.
Will you listen to him tell you,
that you have that all wrong.
Jesus tell will you in a simple say,
It was his blood that brought your
life on the deary Good Friday
afternoon so very long ago,
and that your body is not your own.
You will think twice about it,
before you take an innocent life
because every life is precious
in our Lord's eyes.
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