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Saturday, January 21, 2017

Upon A Pile



Luke 12:7a 
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?
- - - - 

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.

Susan Nikitenko
Abortion
January23rd, 2017
Updated April 19th, 2018
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Psalms 106:38
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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