Why do some complain so much, when they've so much to gain;
and others weep so bitterly? I think they're all insane.
I would have smelled the roses, ignored those thorny stems;
and gladly traded places, with anyone of them.
I wasn't ever wanted, by mother or by dad;
and not to even have a right to live - was really sad.
Birth certificate? Oh no - for I got all the blame;
and I was too unwanted - to even get a name.
Tossed into a trash can - was found among the muck;
survived that botched abortion. Some would call that "luck".
Yes, an angel found me, washed me with her tears;
wrapped me in a towel, soothed my many fears.
Rocking very patiently, she knew what was in store;
but hugged me tightly in her arms, for she could do no more.
Many rights protect us, from beatings and abuse;
but "life" just doesn't matter now, if one decides to choose.
I had no right to ask for help - even if I could.
She had to let me fade away - for no one understood.
Rights are very twisted things, Some get them. I did not;
so go about your duties now, for I am best forgot.
Why do some complain so much? Let's make this very plain.
It all comes down to money - when wisdom's down the drain.
Now I'm held in Jesus' arms, within His warm embrace;
"Lord please, for this kind angel, reserve a special place...."
"a special place right next to me, to cry and hug again.
where we can share eternity, together, please. Amen."
©2008 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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True story from Oak Lawn, IL on a failed abortion (1999). The child was left for dead but lived for 45 minutes. A nurse (Jill Stanek) held the child until his last breath. No medical help was attempted and none permitted. The nurse was fired (2001). We called ourselves 'civilized'...
Matt: 25:40 (KJV)
And the King shall answer and say unto them, "Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me."
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