She Chose Life
By Brenda Weatherly
At the age of 14
She became rebellious and wild.
On the shoulders of her parents
The grief and anguish was piled.
She tossed aside her morals
Without even a care,
And with a man 8 years her senior
They became a notorious pair.
A year and a half later
She would unexpectedly learn
That she was 3 months pregnant.
To whom could she turn?
Her boyfriend was distant
And showed no support.
Others told her,
“You’ll have to abort.”
Her doctor, with coldness, said
“Termination’s your best choice.”
She touched her growing belly
And thought, “Does my child have no voice?”
The road was quite tough
And most nights she sobbed,
But from the joy of her pregnancy
She would not be robbed.
Her mother and father
Showed her no shame.
They accepted her back
And did not judge or blame.
Mocked at by others,
Criticized by her doctor,
Her own loving mother
Would hold her and rock her.
Friends tossed her aside
In such a big hurry.
But God stepped in and said,
“My child, please don’t worry.”
God said, “I know your sinful life
Could paint quite a colorful story
But I will use this baby
To bring me honor and glory.”
“Give this child
A life of his own
And you will be blessed
When he is all grown.”
She knew it would be hard
And she’d face condemnation and strife,
But with God’s loving promises
She proudly chose life!
Her parents loved her
Unconditionally
And became immediately attached
To their unborn grandbaby.
She gave birth to a son
And named him Andrew Jack.
At the mistakes of her youth
She would never look back.
If you know of a woman
Facing this kind of test
Tell her to trust in Jesus
And He will give her rest.
Just when it seems
That we cannot cope
The light of Jesus shines in
And gives us new hope.
Thanks to my Savior
There is one thing I know:
My Father gave me life
And I’m washed white as snow.
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Wombstone
By Chris Hansen
This poem is based on a true experience that was recounted to me, and shows the sort of thing that typically goes on in an abortion clinic.
"Don't look," the nurse began to scold;
but I did look, I had to look, I saw the sheet.
I saw that bloody bundle in the fold!
"You'll forget." That's what they said;
but how can I forget that my little baby's dead!
My God! My God! My little one!
My little daughter, my little son!
Jesus forgive me for what I've done!
My God! My God! My little one!
"You'll forget." That's what they said;
but how can I forget that my baby's dead!
"Have some orange juice, my dear."
I wipe away a little tear.
"It hurts a little, but I'm ok;"
but that isn't what I really want to say!
"You'll forget." That's what they said;
but how can I forget that my baby's dead!
I see other women with empty wombs,
Which have become their children’s tombs!
They stare at me with empty eyes,
and something in me slowly dies!
"You'll forget." That's what they said;
but how can I forget that my baby's dead!
Mother's milk began to flow from me.
"I don't understand. How can this be?"
"The fetus was more advanced, you see,"
the nurse said reassuringly.
"You'll forget." That's what they said;
but how can I forget that my baby's dead!
Late that night, the pain grew worse, and then I bled!
I cried and wished that I were dead.
And in the blood that I now shed,
I saw my little baby's head!
"You'll forget." That's what they said;
but how can I forget that my baby's dead!
"We thought we got it all, my dear.
Don't hesitate to call, my dear.
Don't worry dear, you'll be all right."
Won't anybody hold me, and get me through this lonely night!
"You'll forget." That's what they said;
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