You don't want to see Him angry
Don't want Him to raise His Hand
He can cleave the mountains
Turn the rivers into sand

Do you want to see His wrath?
Or will you change your ways?
It isn't just a rumour
The talk of Judgment Day

I thought I was relaxing
But I'm listening to my pen
It's saying now please don't forget
You're only fragile men

Not gods as you might think you are
You do not have the right
To manipulate the world
To terminate a life

"Is this good news, Alice?
Do you want to have this child?
We could make arrangements..."
Their questions made me wild

Murder my own baby?
God would not allow me to
And I wouldn't want to, anyway
I wouldn't offend You

The abortions have to stop!
We're killing God's Great Gift
The Gift of Life we terminate
Is causing a great rift 

Poem by Alice C. Bateman







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