You're having a baby;
How perfectly grand!
They bring more joy
Than houses or land.
What? An abortion?
You don't want this child?
This innocent babe
So helpless and mild?
It's just a "thing" yet;
You don't want it, you say.
But you're wrong, so wrong,
And someday you will pay.
This gift is from God.
He entrusts it to you
To love and to guide
Into "life anew."
Please search your heart
For any love at all
For this tiny infant
So frail and small.
There're thousands of women
In the world, you must know
Who'll never give birth
To a child, and so
Think of them if you can
As you think on this act.
But if you can't,
Please remember this fact:
Abortion is murder,
Clear and plain.
What's reasonable to you,
Seems to us, insane.
What kind of answer—
What will you say
When you stand before God
On His Judgment Day?
Think of it now—
Of the answer you'll give
About the baby He gave,
And you denied it to live.
—Audrey A. Hill
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