I am that face that haunts you when you can't sleep at night. You labeled me a fetus to make it sound like you were right. Your heart knows that God formed me with His hands and in His love. The choices made about my life should come from heaven above.
My little face will haunt you when no one is around. You'll long to hear me laughing, but I'll never make a sound. I'll never feel your loving arms or kiss your smiling face. I'll never hug my Daddy or squeal with him at play.
God had a special plan for me I'm His child in every way. You took my life; not asking what He or I might say. You've filled your mind with all those lies you struggle to believe. Put bars around your conscience and thrown away the key.
The good news is that this same God, whose child you chose to kill. Offer's you forgiveness for the blood that you have spilled. He sacrificed His Son so you would not die in your sin. Accept Him, and delivery from your prison you will win.
Although you stopped my little heart, you'll never stop His plan. Someday every knee will bow at the feet of the great I Am. Call out for His forgiveness and join his heavenly band. I'll be waiting for you in heaven, holding on to Jesus' hand.
Mike Roberson
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