Abortion

Abortion

By Steve Loggins 10/2/2012

Blood covers my hands and drips to the floor,

It flows down the hallway and out of the door,

It reaches the street to join in the flood,

For every home shares in this river of blood.

Life is so beautiful, why does it cease?

Why kill an infant before it can breathe?

The miracle of birth denied to so many,

We are to blame, in our land of plenty.

Our passions betray us, we love the wrong things,

Never knowing the joy that a baby can bring,

We see them as something that stands in our way,

Instead of our future, we think of only today.

Blood fills our streets, Blood fills the land,

Instead of life-giving, it’s shed by our hands,

What a waste! What a tragedy unfolds right now,

As the Good Lord in Heaven sadly shakes His head down.

Then rising up indignant with His children’s awful ways,

He says “I’ve had enough of this! It’s time to End All Days!”

“I’ll take my gift of life from man, they waste it all away!

They’d rather have death, so death they’ll have – Eternity to pay!”

Life and death, each day we choose

When we choose death, it is us who lose,

Life is so precious, life is so rare

Don’t waste it, despise it; for it may not stay here.