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?

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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.

Susan Nikitenko

Abortion

January23rd, 2017

Updated April 19th, 2018

(Song)

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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My Little One

My Little One

My little one, at heaven's gate;

With open arms, our Savior waits.

I know that you, will never lack;

I'll see you soon, when Christ comes back.

Your little hands, will serve the Lord;

Your little feet, will ride the storms.

Your little smile, bring joy to all;

And greet me when, I come to call.

  

You'll see the stars, above God's throne;

I know you'll never be alone.

And when my aching arms long for you;

I know my God, will care for you.

I Love You.

 Susan Y Nikitenko

November 9th, 2013

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Just A Thought:

If someone were to ask me if I thought angels were babies.  I would have to say that angels are angels and babies are babies.  In response to something I had read, I had asked the question to myself," what if angels did have special jobs? "  I believe with all my heart that God not only uses angels for special jobs, but he also has special jobs in heaven for a child that has died before it could ever be born or any child taken before the age of accountability for that matter.  God has jobs for all true believers that enter heaven's gate no matter their age.  I'm not sure what those jobs will be like, but I know one thing they will be heavenly, they will be joyful and they will be done perfectly.  

 Hebrews 13:2

Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.

Matthew 19:14
 But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.

Revelations  21:4

 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

Susan Nikitenko





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Oh, Glorious Glad Day!

Oh, Glorious Glad Day!


We can depend on our Father our friend;
His fountain of love never reaches an end.
Oh, glorious glad day!

He would never throw His babies away;
It was written in blood with His great love
on cal'vry that day.

Through faith and by grace we become His dear babe;
He's not like this world who aborts life He gave.
Oh, glorious glad day!

He sees when we're joyful and knows when we're sad;
And forever He loves us through both
our good and our bad.

He's working each day in the lives that we live;
He knows when we're angry or when we forgive.
Oh, glorious glad day!

He molds us and makes us with His love and care;
Through greatest of trials and all of our miles
 He's constantly there.

No matter our failures, no matter how black;
His blood paid the price and His love will not lack.
Oh, glorious glad day!

He chastens us when we choose a wrong task;
He guides us along through tears or through song;
if we simply just ask.

He's preparing a place for me and for you;
A heavenly home with mansion and view.
Oh, glorious glad day!

At last we will never, ever sin again;
We will see the lovely face of Jesus
smile and chat with Him.

God's child forever embraced by His love:
And carried to heaven , one day like a dove.
Oh, glorious glad day!


 November 4, 2011     ~Susan Y Nikitenko~ ©

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