Fifty-five million sweet faces appear
Torn from a womb without feelings or
fear
Simply a blob of some tissue to scrape
Clearing the mind of some awful mistake!
Time that heals wounds are like ghosts from
the past
Memories that haunt us with pictures
that last
Children at play with such joy and
delight
Then Little John Doe appears in the
night.
Graduates receiving diplomas one day
Little John Doe could be seen in the
fray
A medical doctor! Inventor! On stage!
To influence a Nation: a saint or a
sage!
Where does this curse of abortion begin?
Is there forgiveness from this mortal
sin?
Even though ignorance has driven the
plan
God’s loving grace is extended to man.
Millions of children surrounding God’s
Throne
Their Angels rejoicing! They’re all safely Home!
Each Johnny Doe wants the family
complete
Give Jesus your burden find peace at His
feet!
Ben Pent
