Little fingers,
Little toes,
Only God who made you knows
Why you’re born into a world
That hates you.
Tiny eyes
With unshed tears
Whether you live days or years
The world of men will try
To legislate you
Helpless,
Hated,
All alone
Though you call a womb your home
A burden to the one
Who now sustains you
Nestled near
the faithless heart
Waiting the day you depart
Sharing blood with one
Who seeks to shed yours
Cast out
By the world of men
A victim of their vice and sin
You’ll find a reason
For the life that fled you
In the mind of God above
You are the object of great love
So you could live,
He gave His life blood
For you.
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