No Room
In the womb there was no room
for a babe to thrive and bloom.
By the will of God conceived, as
a regretful burden perceived
by a single mom who can't comprehend
generational blessings she's chosen to end.
Fearful tears drip down. Who could care?
She feels so trapped, but the clinic is there.
"It's not human yet," "You'll feel relieved."
Each familiar-as-Hitler lie is believed.
As time elapses, the loss has begotten
trauma and shame that won't be forgotten.
In the womb there was no room.
The chamber of life became an empty tomb.
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In the inn there was no room
for the babe in Mary's womb.
By the spirit of God conceived,
in a filthy manger received
to a virgin mother whose eyes behold
the very Savior the prophets foretold!
With joyful tears, she praises the Lord.
Though fearful, she chooses to trust His word,
believing her Jesus' blood sacrifice
would pardon her sin and give her new life.
His cruel death was mocked, but Jesus is risen
for generations of sinners, forever forgiven!
In the inn there was no room.
From the chamber of death, life rose from the tomb!
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2013
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