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| The Baby by Cadi Nobles |
| He reaches His hand down into the clay, With the wisdom of the ages He molds it His way. He forms the beginning of a child with speed, Careful to notice each special need. He places the baby into the womb, For nine months it will spend in this little room. He watches its growth through His window above, Molding each piece with His undying love. After eight weeks, the heart starts to beat. You can see each toe on its small, little feet. The mother at work one day starts to hum, The Lord smiles as He sees the baby sucking its thumb. Joy is sure to come for a child’s on the way, Why, he’s been alive for sixty-nine days. Then suddenly one day its world falls apart, Something happens that pierces God in His heart. The baby is killed, he is torn into shreds, His misery ends when they smash his small head. Out of convenience they have ended his life Because his mommy wasn’t somebody’s wife. Four thousand children die every day, It’s a sad fact I know, but a fact anyway. What a miserable world we have become, Before we even see them, we kill our daughters and sons. We have the audacity to ask for God’s grace, But when He tells us of sins we soon hide our face. I don’t know what His judgement upon us will be, Though I deeply fear we shall very soon see. |
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