She sits in the Doctor's office,
with one thing on her mind;
To rid herself of this Fetus,
so she can go on with her life.
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Her dreams would all be ruined,
if this child were to be born;
She just can't let that happen,
thus she decides to Abort.
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They call her back to a room,
she follows the Nurse's lead;
Gently she lays on the bed,
then sees the ******* machine.
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Her mind is filled with doubt,
"Am I making a huge mistake;
The baby isn't even alive,
get a grip, for pity sakes."
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Then the Doctor enters the room,
he is really quite polite;
Inside of her, he inserts a tube,
and she squeezes her eyes tight.
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But deep within the occupied Womb,
the Fetus flinches away;
As the hose begins to tear apart,
how and what it may.
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Then it grabs onto her tiny hand,
no longer a thumb to ****;
The baby's eyes are filled with tears,
for the pain is just too much.
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Little by little, it tears her apart,
no one can hear her screams;
But parts of her pass through the tube,
thanks to that horrid machine.
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Her tiny head is the last to go,
donned in curly, black hair;
She's simply but a memory,
Mama's product of an affair.

As I began to pray one night,
on bended knee I fell;
A peace I could comprehend,
came o'er me as I knelt.
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God calmed my weary heart and soul,
as He began to speak;
I listened to each Word He said,
although my Faith was weak.
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"My Child, I feel how sad you are,
and it makes me saddened too;
But don't dismay, for there are things,
I have for you to do.
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I wish for you to tell Mankind,
that I'm the great, I AM;
Their lives will be much easier,
if they'd only take my hand.
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And miracles occur each day,
sometimes in the Midnight hour;
And if they ask Me in their hearts,
they too will have great power!
~
I calmed the Storm, with My own hands,
and their storms I'll calm as well;
Tell them I said to please not fear,
not even the pits of Hell.
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For they are mine and I am theirs,
they can read this in my Word;
And if they grow, with Me they'll know,
they won't perish with the World.
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Please tell them that I love them,
and my Love runs oh, so deep;
For every promise, I have made,
I certainly will keep."
~
Everything the Lord had said,
I felt it in my heart;
I promised Him I'd spread His Word,
in doing my own part.

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The crowd became more chaotic,
many shouts were quite obscene;
I'd like to paint a picture,
of the Crucifiction scene.
~
On the top of a steep hill,
was a place called Calvary;
There stood three wooden Crosses,
with Jesus in between.
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Just imagine, if you will,
the pain that Christ endured;
He was bleeding most profusely,
it was dripping onto the dirt.
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His flesh, it hung in ribbons,
from His body, they did beat;
They drove two nails into His hands,
and one into His feet.
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His unsightly beard had been pulled,
He'd been cursed and spat upon;
He endured this for all of Mankind,
this One who had done nothing wrong.
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Could I endure the pain He felt,
could I gladly lay down my life;
Only one man could have done all this,
and His name is Jesus Christ!

Within these lonely walls of mine,
sometimes I wish that I could die;
I curl up in my Mickey Mouse sheets,
and quickly pretend, that I'm asleep.
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Just like the nights I've faced before,
I hear them open up my door;
They quietly lay down in my bed,
and I truly wish that I were dead.
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I push their hands down, everytime,
but to no avail, they begin to rise;
The shame and guilt seems all too real,
for that is almost all I feel.
~
They leave me torn,
they leave me shamed;
They leave me damaged,
yet it's me I blame.

I feel a need, deep down inside,
if only from it, I could hide;
It starts with just, a tiny knaw,
before I know it, it snowballs.
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It's not a feeling of deep despair,
but rather, a feeling that no one cares;
It starts deep down, begins to grow,
before I know it, I feel old.
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There are no meds. to ease my mind,
no quick fix, for this heart of mine;
Something's amiss, inside of me,
I do not know, what it could be.

If I had known the future,
and all that it entailed;
I would never go, down those same roads,
that lead me straight to Hell.
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If I had known the heartaches,
which many times I've faced;
I'd run and hide, deep down inside,
in a place that's sound and safe.
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If I'd have known what love is,
I may have loved much more;
But I didn't know, how to let it show,
never knowing what love is for.
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If I were but a child again,
and attention I  yearned to seek;
I may have become, much different than some,
but all I became was me.

She never wanted to be a Mom,
and now her life is nothing but wrong;
What will she tell everyone she knows,
maybe she'll wait until she shows?
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The Fetus who slumbers in her Womb,
one day will be running out of room;
She must Abort this one in her,
for shame she simply can't endure.
~
She makes an appointment at the clinic,
know one must know, no one must see;
She arrives the next day, still so unaware,
that her Fetus is growing, lots of hair.
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They lay her on a Hospital bed,
where soon the Fetus will be dead;
The Doctor inserts a clear, long tube,
where it wreaks havoc, within the Womb.
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The baby moves away from it,
it feels like she has just been bit;
Upon her face, there is a scowl,
it's much too late to turn back now.
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The hose clamps on to her very, small hand,
the Fetus can't cope, nor understand;
It pulls the hand right off the arm,
yet Mother thinks she did no harm.
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Next it grabs onto her hip,
and her tiny leg begins to rip;
Emersed in pain, she pulls away,
she'll not live to see another day.
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At last it latches onto her head,
the heartbeat stops, this child is dead;
She smiles, her reputation intact,
a conscience is one thing she lacks.