Poem
written by Jess Leigh
Unwanted
they come, unwanted they go,
Their
tiny heartbeats are not treasured
Nor
their precious lives cherished; no
Instead
they are seen as a problem
That
needs to be destroyed, although
The
heart of God is forever breaking
They
grow in a dark and unseen place
That
is meant to be safe, but instead
Is
a hole of coming pain and un-grace.
Unloved,
they leave the leave the world with hardly
A
catch of light nor a glimpse of another’s face,
Their
cries unheard and their tears unseen.
The
ending of their heart’s tiny beat
Is
accepted and justified as right by many,
Who
feel not the fear nor the complete
Pain
of the unseen ones who suffer in silence,
Their
heartbeats ignored and their lives discreet
By
the choice of those who carry them.
In
this world, there is no resting place; none
At
all for those who shall never have
The
chance to live, laugh nor run
Nor
to love, sing, speak or behold beauty,
But
shall pass on as an unwanted one,
Their
hearts stopped before their lungs’ first breath.
There
is One who loves them still,
Whose
heart is breaking in two over each stilled life.
He
shall gather them to His Kingdom’s hill,
And
cherish and love and delight in them there;
With
all of His Fatherly heart, He will
Protect
each heartbeat that others had cast aside.
I’m sure be the time you have finished reading this poem you will have guessed what the theme is: abortion. 150 thousand babies are aborted every day. Every form of abortion is painful and Violent, yet it is a legal form of murder. These babies need a voice, will you give them one?
I’m sure be the time you have finished reading this poem you will have guessed what the theme is: abortion. 150 thousand babies are aborted every day. Every form of abortion is painful and Violent, yet it is a legal form of murder. These babies need a voice, will you give them one?
