by Katie Townsend
I am a baby, and right now I live in a sac of water,
but my Mommy doesn't want me, my Mommy is taking me to slaughter.
Mommy doesn't know that I am alive,
she doesn't realize that when they kill me, she'll never get to hear me cry.
She says it's all for the best, laying me in my grave to rest,
She says there is no other way, so she's going to murder me today.
When it's all over, and I'm disfigured and dead,
Mommy will start thinking about me, laying there on her bed.
One tear will come, then two, three, and four,
because she sees now that she wasn't so very poor.
She sees now that killing me was not the best way,
but praise God, as a result of this, my Mommy gave her life to Jesus today.
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