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."