Aborted

 
Judith Alciatore

December 01, 2020


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

 


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