By Anita Mondragon
A small little embryo, just the size of a pea,
Not long ago sat on Jesus’ knee.
He told of the plans He had in store,
And the amazing life…just outside the womb’s door.
He said, “Son, you’ll be another Michael Angelo!
It won’t be long now, you’ll soon get to go!”
But mother was young and so afraid!
She ran to Planned Parenthood to abort this babe.
While in the womb, there was warmth and safety;
A tiny home where to reside.
Now, tiny limbs torn from their sockets…
Saline burns…no place to hide!
So, now for eternity, he’ll paint the skies,
And the bright yellow sun, as it starts to rise. Read more…
