A lady sent me a poem in memory of her daughter. She says that this was the first Christmas she has acknowledged her daughter, Trinity, who was killed through abortion 15 years ago. She says that was before she became a Christian, and she has asked God to show her something special for her and says He gave her this poem.
Not long ago…So long ago in a manger of hay, our precious Savior as a wee baby lay. His mother, Mary, though young…still she kept her faith in God, and she smiled as he slept. Yes, what the angel had spoken, it all had come true, and because of her faith there’s salvation for you.
Not long ago…On a cold, windy day, My precious daughter a sacrifice made. The lies and deceit had blinded my eyes; headache and grief now fill silent cries. Though others may shout, there’s a choice here for you, don’t believe what you hear….it just isn’t true!
Abortion is taking your child’s precious life (a fully formed child gets cut by that knife). He isn’t just tissue or a small glob of blood; She isn’t the product of night’s passionate love. This child is your child….living and true, and the memory will haunt you in all that you do.
Many years pass, yet I feel pain in a way that hasn’t receded…it’s still here today. Though Jesus has healed me and helped me to know His great love for me and let me grow…Though love covers all, and He’s helped me to see, still the memory is there…and it always will be.
Let me never forget, Lord, what happened that day let it be fuel within me and lead me to say to the silence around me, as this horror goes on…Let me be a voice for the helpless preborn. God, use me to help those who don’t realize that the fetus within them has fingers and eyes.
The child in that womb cannot be replaced. She has her own thumb print…he has his own face. Let her learn all the facts before she would choose. Later is too late I can offer her proof that Freedom of Choice is really freedom to lose…..
Our thanks today goes to Lori Archuleta. She works at a Crisis Pregnancy Center. Thank you Lori.
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