Wake up! Time to go.
Here’s your clothes.
How’d they do it? I
This I do know.
I feel their souls inside of me.
They could not be sucked out of me.
I gave “them” permission assuredly,
To end the life depending on me.
There is more to the story than this.
There was a life of induced bliss.
A life of “pour me a drink” and “pass that joint”.
A life of “I don’t care” and nothing matters”.
Glad that’s over.
What? You know.
There’s millions more like them.
No beginning and no end.
Products of shells of would be mothers and fathers.
Regretting to the end.
Wondering what if?
Baby food on shelves in stores.
Pretty little dresses on display,
Fathers in the park with boys.
Quick, look the other way.
Christmas after Christmas.
Let’s get it over.
No children’s laughter to sustain us.
No need to change us.
There is no going back.
There is no bringing back.
There is no taking back.
There is only looking back.
Will the silence ever stop?
Will the regret never end?
Will I be punished for what I did?
Be alone in the end?
It wasn’t that I didn’t want you.
Convinced the time wasn’t right.
Like we could meet up somewhere later.
Then I could give you a life. WRONG!
Led by deceit and following a lie.
A heartbeat shouts “I’M HERE”!
“Give me a chance and I might give you a life”!
But that won’t happen now.
Now I feel arms around me.
Holding me up strong.
They are my brothers and my sisters,
Who are like me and they say “yes”,
They say “look to God for forgiveness”.
“Go to Him for your peace”.
“You can still have these things”,
“But the truth will always be “,
Ah, but there is something I can do.
to protect rights of the unborn.
I can take ridicule, I can take on the chore.
I can be a voice.
I WILL BE SILENT NO MORE!
Because, baby gone.
Written by SNM Ottawa, Ontario Regional Coordinator Malinda Tibbetts
Two lives cut short
Four lives destroyed.
But It wasn't my fault.
She should have prepared.
A pill or something.
What responsibility is this of mine.
It's her body,
There's things that she should have done
And this would not be.
Why should I have to care!
Lies from hell sent to curse
Me looking only at me.
To blind to see.
So I did the "noble" thing.
I stood in support.
I said "I'll be there , I'm with you all the way,
Whatever you decide;
As long as the problem goes away.
I washed my hands
And left her alone
To make it all - go away.
Two lives erased;
Led to the slaughter.
Four lives engulfed by death's evil lie.
Turn to the world to block out the shame.
Forget what had happened.
Don't give them a chance
Not even a name.
Friends say it's the right thing,
It's what you should do.
You can't provide for a child
So don't even try.
So I didn't.
I numbed out the pain however I could.
Alcohol, drugs, life's lust all for me.
I buried guilt deep where no one could see.
So deep in my soul
That not even I gave thought anymore.
But there it lay at satan's whim,
To fester and rot and destroy me within;
Till my heart so scarred unable to care
Became but tool of want and despair.
Embracing evil, knocking at death's door.
But then Christ's hand reached down to me
Touched my heart and set me free.
Two lives eternal,
Four lives set free
By Christ's precious blood
Poured out for us upon that tree.
"Forgive them for they know not what they do."
And He did.
Even though what I had I done
Still so great is His love,
He did not wash His hands of the blood that I had
But bore it with Him on the cross.
And poured out His grace
That washed me clean
Of hell's evil lies
Of death's cruel sting.
My heart once torn by torment and shame,
My soul once crippled by guilt and pain
Now healed and embracing
Forgiveness and truth
Of how He gave life
To the lives that I had taken.
Two lives in bliss
Four lives entwined
God's grace revealed
Of how Christ’s love did restore
I know now that they play on eternity's shore
And wait for me with a their hearts filled with love
To embrace their mother, sister and brother
And on that day prepared by our Lord
We'll all be together forevermore.
Written by Ric Tibbetts. Ric's wife Malinda serves as the SNM Regional Coordinator for Ottawa, Ontario.