But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
Heaven and earth shall pass away;
Our God will judge this earth one day.
He sees the blood of innocent ones;
And with our Lord, it's not okay.
Each star up in the galaxies;
The sand within the restless seas;
Each hair which grows upon our heads.
Each child so small which is conceived.
He keeps in mind and keeps account;
He gives each one, a chosen name.
It's wrong to kill a tiny babe;
To smile a win? Oh, what a shame.
Oh, will they laugh? Will they cheer hurray?
Another baby's life is gone.
God hates the hands that kill the blameless;
How can we let this crime go on?
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Little baby, little life, Oh how sweet;
But no one loved you, nor did care.
Cast you aside, without one tear.
Upon a pile of bodies bare.
But God came down to hold you near;
Love carried you to heaven's shore.
Like trash, this world threw you away.
Now God's love holds you evermore.
God loves the children of this world.
Little ones, thrown upon a pile.
One great day! On that judgment day!
God shall stand for each aborted child.
Updated April 19th, 2018
And shed innocent blood, even the blood of their sons and of their daughters, whom they sacrificed unto the idols of Canaan: and the land was polluted with blood.
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