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Mommy and daddy, it is me
The little girl you chose to conceive
Deciding that I would mess up your life
My innocent blood paid the price

I am sorry that I burdened your heart
From your womb I was pulled apart
I never meant to bring you harm
Just to be held in your arms

I wasn't to mess up your future plans
My little fingers were ripped from my hands
My mommy and daddy, I wanted to meet
Instead from my legs, were torn my feet

The pain was more than I could endure
My life was a problem, my death was the cure
Each leg was ripped from my tiny hip
As the blood drained from my little lips

The pressure unbearable, I was sucked from inside
As my existence from the world, you wanted to hide
Piece by piece, I was sucked into a hose
As the blood from my body freely flowed

My eyes came out one by one
Determined that I was not to be born
My ears torn and my head crushed
From my body, my soul rushed

I am now watching from above
As the doctor removes his mask and gloves
Piece by piece I am thrown away
Among the trash my body lays

I forgive you, I promise I do
I want you to know, I love you
I wanted to live, but you chose I die
Now with Jesus, I am flying high

I think of all that I could have become
If only life's race I could have run
A ballerina, a dancer, or a model
A teacher, a doctor, or a lawyer

A missionary, a seeker of souls
A friend in times needing consoled
A bride, a wife and a mother
A lending hand in helping others

If only my life could be foretold
I would be there as you grow old
A daughter never to leave your side
Sharing in tears as they are cried

To hold you tight in good times and bad
Bringing you joy, never to be sad
I wanted so much to be in your life
But all you could see was trouble and strife

I will always be watching for you
Hoping you will watch for me too
We can see each other again
If you will make me part of your plan

Don't give up on me, it's not too late
For Heaven to arrange a special date
The streets of gold, we will dance
God is giving us one last chance

I will be waiting by the crystal sea
Praying one day, you will come looking for me
Jesus is the only way to where I am
Through the blood of the sacrificial lamb

I have forgiven you and God will too
Through the blood of Jesus, life is anew
I love you so much, I pray you see
We were always meant to be


Written by: Donetta Harless
Sunday, August 14, 2016
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