A Poem Concerning the Unborn
Choiceless
Ripped out from within, one limb at a time
Your mouth could not scream, it was not yet defined
Were you a soul…or were you just tissue?
A choice or a murder—which of these were you?
By the “choice” of your mother, you were given no choice
No cry for mercy, no plea could you voice
Her right to murder given at expense of your life
Your head, your body, your limbs to the knife
Your choice was stolen, usurped by your mother’s
A sinful, shameful, disregard for others
Self-absorbed, her pomposity disdained
The value of life that God had ordained
Stillborn at birth, dead in her sin
Given juncture, she’d slaughter again
Insolent, obstinate, wicked, and rogue
Captive to Satan, cut off from the fold
Tempestuous land, embracing its sin
Yet You’ve a remnant chosen within
God preserve those yet in the womb
And in Thy glory, come back soon
Copyright
Josh Hicks
(No Ratings Yet)
Loading ...
Loading ...
