Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Altar of Me

A mother's love is precious
Nothing of earth can compare.
To that precious unselfish love
Like a tender sweet gentle prayer.
A mother puts her child
Before her own desires and needs.
That child is her world.
As she tends, shelters, and feeds.
But sadly today many choose wrongly.
They call murder a choice.
They toss motherhood away like garbage
They refuse to hear their babes voice.
So sad the choice they make
They are stealing from their heart.
God forgive their foolish souls
They have torn their world apart.
God touch them please I beg You.
Open their eyes to see,
They are sacrificing babies,
On the altar of "Me."

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