A Desperate Cry
The halls are silent, the rooms are empty, the doctors have gone home, the work of their hands is done. For now the blood they shed and the silent cries they cause are gone.
The day of slaughter is over.
The girls are gone, some silent and hurting and confused because they know not why (it's just a blob of tissue after all). Some laughing and carefree, pretending they don't care (it's just a blob of tissue after all). But deep down they all hurting, because they all know, I killed my baby today.
The day of slaughter is over.
For a little while, O' for just a little while, I do not have to think that every three seconds a baby dies, and Jesus cries. For a little while when sleep overtakes me, I do not have to be haunted by the silent cries of the babies that are not here and never will be, because someone told their mamas to choose death.
The day of slaughter is over.
They are in heaven now where there is no pain and sorrow, where no one has the right to judge who should live and who should die. Is it better Lord? Is it? That they are in heaven with you and not on earth to witness all this wickedness? Somehow I do not think so, this cannot be your plan, to save the trees and kill the unborn.
The day of slaughter is over.
They say that it's not a baby just a blob of tissue, that the mother won't feel a thing. But Lord there's a problem, she does feel something, she feels them kill her baby and she will never be the same. Will it ever end Lord Jesus? Will it? Will the day of slaughter ever end? Bring your mercy soon Jesus. Do not let the unborn scream their silent scream forever. Do not let the wicked win forever.
The day of slaughter is over.
There is a saying that tomorrow is a new day. But for me Lord until abortion is dead and gone tomorrow will never be a new day. Because tomorrow... the day of slaughter begins again.