There was a baby born today
In bits and pieces torn away
There was no funeral or even grief
His mother only sighed relief
She didn't hear his cries of pain
Or feel his struggle to remain
Her ‘Choice' she said, "It's best for me"
But, what would his ‘choice' be?
Dumped in a bucket to be disposed
An arm, a leg, his heart exposed
Little fingers and little toes
Blood, and particles and bits of nose
All so very clinical and legal
Murderously in the land of the eagle…
Cold, hard and callused or just mislead?
Whatever the reason, the baby's still dead
The gift of life, a blessing…
What in this world are we missing?
Think of the ones who can now never be
This choice is not for Him to see…
Listen, no cries or giggles of children ring
The bell tolls and angels sing.
Forgive us Lord, we have fallen
Open our hearts, let us hear you callin'
Let us hear their voices and see their faces
Break their silence in the darkest of places.
Millions knocking at heavens door---
Hold them close to You Lord forevermore.
Thank God Mary never made that ‘choice'.
Silenced not was His small voice!