Prayer for Aborted Children by Jim Harrison

Heavenly Father, I pray that each child whose precious life has been ended while in the womb of their mother and in violation of Your divine plan, is with You in heaven. I pray that they know they would have been born wonderful and beautiful children. I ask that You take these children into Your arms and comfort them. I pray for forgiveness for their parents and others who counseled or provided or did not do enough to prevent their abortion. I pray that these children continue to be with each other and with You. Each of these girls and

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I Have You Now

Tucked away where worries shouldn’t exist. Warmth and nourishment are common place. Each day was a joy. Even then our existence was small, our thoughts short and we put all of our trust in mommy to protect us. But as life has it, things can take drastic turns. I was sound asleep when it started. I was so comfortable, snuggled up with my sister against our mommy. When I woke to a horrible scream from my sister. It startled me like nothing I had experienced before and I could hear mommy crying.  Suddenly my sister started jerking forcefully, then she

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65 Million and Counting

The death tally is mounting. The tragedy is that so often I am numb. So often I am struck dumb. Through abortion 65 million have gone away, and I have nothing to say? Why am I so unwilling to say or do more? Because, I’ve done this before. No results to what I implore. No one wants to hear. Everyone wants to just ignore. So many options I have tried to explore. I whimper when I ought to roar! I hop when I ought to soar. The death goes on, and millions more are gone, Make that 65 million and

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Abortion and the death penalty.

Make love not war? You don’t want our soldiers dying anymore? You don’t want anymore criminal execution? Well, then, are you willing to give up abortion as your solution? You don’t want policemen shooting folks and sending them to their tombs? Well then, we don’t want babies ripped from their mothers’ wombs! Hey, out there, are there any takers? Or, are you merely rhetorical fakers?

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America the Patient

America, the patient, has been in the fights. She looks real bad, and needs last rites. Dr. Jesus sitting through the long dark nights. America strangled by many fearsome plights. In her sin, America moves on. She looks like a jig-saw puzzle with a dozen pieces gone! Like worms her sins she spawns. Her righteousness like goats chewing their neighbors’ lawns. In the hands of self-serving opportunists, she, twisted like chess pawns. Hell’s night dawns. The grave yawns. The very ones who could save America from the brink? They by millions are ground up in hospital sinks! And, poor America,

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