Wanted Child

By: Unknown

The child I love
The one that I mourn,
Never had a chance
She never was born.
A dear sweet child
That never had a voice
Because of her mothers'
Right to a choice.
I begged and I pleaded
And I cried at her feet,
I offered my own life
To preserve that heartbeat.
Alas, in the end
It was all done in vain,
Not for one moment
Would she feel my pain.
Well, I am the father
And I have a voice,
For the love of God
Why don't I have a choice?

____________________________________________________________

 

To all those pro-choice women who claim "my body, my choice", my question to you is:

"Is your body the one being aborted?"

Truth & Discernment Ministry