O Child of God
By: Jennifer Gladen
My soul is weeping for what was to be.
My ears are piercing from laughter silenced.
My eyes are burning from tears of the lost.
My mouth is praying for the unborn tossed.
My heart is hoping an angel is guiding
The little ones to our Holy Mother true.
Mother Mary present those tiny souls to your Son.
Let them live in Peace and join the body of One.
Their short time of suffering causes great pain
And robs from the world what it could’ve gained.
Fly up to Heaven you child of God
And pray for all those who caused you such woes.
“Father forgive them, they know not what they do.”
For Jesus will say those words with you.
Dedicated to the millions children we’ll never see here.
© 2010 Jennifer Gladen