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Showing posts with label Roe vs Wade. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Roe vs Wade. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 28, 2024

Babies Down The Drain

Babies down the drain, flushed away as thoughtlessly as sewage. Rivers of babies have been lost - 64 million in America alone. God said He sees us in our mother’s womb when we are yet unformed. That would be an embryo just 2 weeks old—unformed and quietly unknown by its mother. Yet, Father knows that tiny life and He says that in His book are written all the days that He had planned for it, before it's ever born and wakened to the world. Think of all His plans that never came to pass, all the pages of His book that were torn out. Abortion is a grief.

This is proof of how uncivilized we've become . . . it is rivers of precious babies flowing down the drain.

Artwork: The Lake, Sleeping Waters by Frederik

Wednesday, June 15, 2022

A Harsh Goddess

Dear little one,

She wants your life. She is a harsh goddess, demanding you be put to death, and the men and women who bow to her are willing to do whatever it is she wants ... and she wants you sacrificed.

He who breathed life into your small self shall one day slay this evil queen, this Jezebel, and pull her from her throne. And all those who worship her shall weep and gnash their teeth to see her fall. But till then, they will continue to kill you little ones to feed their goddess' appetite and they will make war against all of us for the right to do it.

Photo: Baby in the womb sucking thumb, unknown

Monday, September 06, 2021

Pain That Claws

They weep for children lost, for bairns that were not allowed one breath of sun-filled air. They weep profusely now—but then? Then, with understanding darkened, it was
 they who chose the knife. It was they who chose to end the life within that held such promise . . . but now they weep.

No one told them that such pain awaited them, pain that claws into the soul. No one told them of the consequence that comes when mothers-dear end the life that they were meant to nurture. But it comes. It always comes eventually. Their conscience will not have it any other way.


If only they'd been told the truth.

Artwork: Rachel Weeping For Her Children © Stephen Gjertson
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