The poem below was written by a teen-age resident at the Hephzibah House ministry.
See him sit with features formed, in the hand of the One Divine,
Each little tiny finger, each little toe, shaped from day so fine;
God hath wrought this special one, for a purpose and a plan,
To bring glory to His name, and to live for celestial gain.
But the one whom God hath chosen to carry His precious babe,
Thought her sin too large and great and made a choice in shame;
Death was the degrading sentence, with fear the reason why
And gone was the child God did form, with a silent unheard cry.
Now before his God he stands, while his body with others rests,
The souls of hindered children cry for judgment to be passed;
How long with this nation endure, while mocking human life?
God will require it at our hand, and rain judgment with strife.
*Note: While the author of this blog does not believe in abortion, she does believe that God did not ordain sin nor the wrong choices people make. However, when a wrong choice is made, God is loving and forgiving and will take that wrong choice and use it for His glory when it is submitted to Him.