God's hand is slowly moving
To form a little child,
Its tiny, sweet heart beating,
Its mind not yet defiled.

And then its death comes swiftly,
By a doctor who is used to this work,
While the would-be mother is shedding tears,
And her emotions go berserk.

She's lonely, sad, and confused,
And with every single breath
The knowledge drives her crazy
That she's put her child to death.

So God looks upon His child
The one that was never known,
And with tears of both sorrow and joy,
He brings his baby home.

Christina Settles
Age 13
http://www.righttoliferoch.org/wpoem.htm

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