Old Poem about being pressured into Abortion, thinking about "Eradicating suffering through abortion"...
There are so many reasons that a woman choses to have an abortion...our family has worked closely with Crisis Pregnancy Centres and I have heard many stories... but it is the very odd woman who actually has a personal desire to end a pregnancy and who actually believes that what she is doing is morally right. But, there are entire nations who have brainwashed their citizens into thinking that in some cases it really is the best option...
Below is a poem that I wrote about a particular case, a VERY long time ago...her case was unique in that she was not just being pressured by society nor financial or other life circumstances, but she was in an abusive relationship and being pressured into having a late-term abortion, by the baby's father. We named her, "Prayer". Not all cases are like this, and every case, like every person is unique. But, regardless, my personal belief is that there is never a situation where abortion is the answer. And, if you think that you are in a situation where abortion IS the only answer, but you wish it wasn't so - look up a Crisis Pregnancy Centre or Options Centre near you and seek confidential, practical help.
One more thing on practical help - I have heard it said by secular sources that Christians should be for the baby and mother AFTER pregnancy, and the assumption is that we are not (of course I don’t speak for individuals, but I can speak for the Church, according to God’s Word), we, as the Church ARE there for women and children, we are for adoption, foster care, biblical counsel, practical and financial services -as a church we are...if YOU are in trouble, a Pregnancy Options Center should be able to point you the the direction of a body of believers that actually practices these things. And, you can send me a note to connect you too :) ...if your church is NOT (that you are aware of) offering services to help women/people in crisis, talk to your pastor and start something today -connect with Options Centers or “Orphan Sunday & Stand Sunday” for resources!
Prayer
Below is a poem that I wrote about a particular case, a VERY long time ago...her case was unique in that she was not just being pressured by society nor financial or other life circumstances, but she was in an abusive relationship and being pressured into having a late-term abortion, by the baby's father. We named her, "Prayer". Not all cases are like this, and every case, like every person is unique. But, regardless, my personal belief is that there is never a situation where abortion is the answer. And, if you think that you are in a situation where abortion IS the only answer, but you wish it wasn't so - look up a Crisis Pregnancy Centre or Options Centre near you and seek confidential, practical help.
One more thing on practical help - I have heard it said by secular sources that Christians should be for the baby and mother AFTER pregnancy, and the assumption is that we are not (of course I don’t speak for individuals, but I can speak for the Church, according to God’s Word), we, as the Church ARE there for women and children, we are for adoption, foster care, biblical counsel, practical and financial services -as a church we are...if YOU are in trouble, a Pregnancy Options Center should be able to point you the the direction of a body of believers that actually practices these things. And, you can send me a note to connect you too :) ...if your church is NOT (that you are aware of) offering services to help women/people in crisis, talk to your pastor and start something today -connect with Options Centers or “Orphan Sunday & Stand Sunday” for resources!
Prayer
My heart races as I glance over my shoulder
I walk ahead, but inside I am running away
I have nowhere to turn - physically, I am out of options
If I go inside, he will force things in his favour
If I run, he will track me down
If I come out unscarred, he will kill us both
If I call for help, then I put others in harm’s way
I can already feel my insides burning, being ripped apart
My baby kicks me, and I feel the pain of future guilt
A life of dreams flashes before me, as I see my child
There may be no child- ever
My pace has slowed, and I feel his hand grip my arm
A hand that used to caress me, now leads me to death
The man who made me feel alive, the one who started this life inside of me
He marches me inside and I hit a wall of fear
I have never felt this way before - I feel almost absent
If I remain this way, I may sign a life away
But I don’t know how to come back - I feel stuck outside of myself
I’ve lost control - I need help! No one can save me now
I need a miracle! If there is a God, He can save me
Save this baby! If you do, I will dedicate this child to you!
Please! Do something! Send an angel, start a fire, cause an earthquake!
Stop the doctor
kill him, not me! Not my baby!
kill him, not me! Not my baby!