A Poem

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A Poem


Precious Life​

New life developes in the womb
from conception to birth.
A seed an egg are joined as one,
a miracle of immense worth.​

He responds to touch and sound
and registers his pain,
our image makers cry "Abort"!
its loss will be your gain.​

Today we kill the innocent
and drown in moral dearth,
while internal camera pictures true
each move and smile of worth.​

If minute live womb children
received a voice to cry,
then surley they would thunder
"Why do we have to die?"​

May all respect the conceived,
help parents to relate,
support their precious live child,
with tender love, his birth await.

Dave Sargeant



Thank you univac .

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God Bless ,

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