The Aborted Babies Poem by Franklin Spriggs

Dear precious little babies,
That are given in delight,
A gift to every woman,
They are glorious in his sight.

I had a dream one night,
As I stood before a man,
He wept and cried like no other,
I seen nail prints in his hands.

I held back my tears,
I asked him what is wrong,
He said, the little babies screaming,
I've heard it way to long.

They're not pieces of worthless flesh,
To be destroyed by mortal man,
But children I've sent upon the earth,
Fashioned by the Masters hand.

Each one that is murdered,
There screams come into my ears,
There blood flowing down the sewers,
I've seen it for many years.

Oh Lord Jesus, what can I do,
That might help these little ones,
The loss of innocent babies,
Before your work is done?

Into this world I've brought you,
A human voice that shall be heard,
Speak on behalf of the babies,
I have made you a living word

Author
Franklin Spriggs
April 22,2008