Aborted

The angels rock him
As he sleeps
And sing a lullaby

The child of God
Who never weeps
And utters not one cry

He slumbers on
In peaceful dreams
An infant sould once bound

But earthly ties
Ripped at the seams
And laid into the ground

No mother, he
No father, yet
This child of passions bent

Though wanted not
His fate was set
To Heaven he was sent

And now the angels
Hover o'er
His cradle in the sky

For he is loved
By the One adored,
With God, he'll never die

Thank You, Lord

Judith Alciatore