This is something I found, so IT DOES NOT BELONG TO ME!!! It was very touching, and maybe it will be for you too.
Month one
Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.
Month Three
You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.
Month Four
Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.
Month Five
You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?
Month Six
I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!
Month Seven
Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.
If you're against abortion, then rise up and take that stand against it.
"Thou shalt not kill." - The Ten Commandments
I sobbed when I read this!:'(
Month one
Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.
Month Three
You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.
Month Four
Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.
Month Five
You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?
Month Six
I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!
Month Seven
Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.
If you're against abortion, then rise up and take that stand against it.
"Thou shalt not kill." - The Ten Commandments
I sobbed when I read this!:'(
this poem is called:
The Cross
A symbol of my faith
That strengthens me each day
As I by God's grace
Walk the narrow way
You see God's only son
He gave His life for me
And took my debt of sin
To a place called Calvary
I owe to Him my life
And all I'll ever be
All He asks is that
I'll let Him live thru me
So I run the race
Empowered by his grace
And give Him all the glory
As I look into His face.
JESUS IS LORD!
i absolutely just love this poem. it means so much to me. i hope readers feel the same.
my friend gave this poem to me on our last day of youth camp this past summer. i just loved it so much i had to share it.
The Cross
A symbol of my faith
That strengthens me each day
As I by God's grace
Walk the narrow way
You see God's only son
He gave His life for me
And took my debt of sin
To a place called Calvary
I owe to Him my life
And all I'll ever be
All He asks is that
I'll let Him live thru me
So I run the race
Empowered by his grace
And give Him all the glory
As I look into His face.
JESUS IS LORD!
i absolutely just love this poem. it means so much to me. i hope readers feel the same.
my friend gave this poem to me on our last day of youth camp this past summer. i just loved it so much i had to share it.