Child Unborn
On a cold and bleak November day in a lonely
Deserted place a child unborn in its sanctuary
Lies asleep like a bud soon to bloom
A sacred gift, priceless, unique
For a world that is rapidly dying
On a cold and bleak November day
A mother's scent will it ever know
No special bond with another soul
No joyful offering of 'thanks', nor smiles,
Nor welcome kisses that warm the heart
On a cold and bleak November day, the sky
Draped in blankets of gray, hung low
Over the horizon marked by fresh-fallen snow
An innocent life is taken in some unholy place
As consciences lay bound and silenced
On a cold and bleak November day,
Freewill, once more misused, hovered
In the shadows abused and clothed in shame
Bore witness to one of many horrors
The deliberate murder of the Innocents
On a cold and bleak November day a hush falls over Heaven
The Son of God pleads mercy as He alone dares to speak
God looks upon His only Son, once again, His anger subsides
A new day is ordained-another chance to choose
A priceless gift to save the world some cold bleak day
Copyright © Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2007
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