Survive

by John Bennett

Where are the innocent now?

Defenseless when taken away

Without a choice, yet they still have a voice

Do you wonder where they are today?

What would the unborn say?

From the womb by force I was taken

To a tomb where they buried my rights

I was a gift from God to my Momma

Until she was deceived for a time

I hope she knows that I still forgive her

And takes the time, to tell others the truth

For whatever it’s worth, or wherever you’re at

Mommy, I still love you

I’m still a part; I once shared your heart

After I was conceived

Now please don’t cry, for redemption draws nigh

In the freedom that you seek

All the hurt from the past, does not have to last

Break away all those chains of pain

There’s forgiveness and love, awaiting from above,

If you call upon His name

The days were few that we shared together

The sonogram was an image of me

Our DNA so closely related

But lost my freedom within your liberty

Now I’m not alone, it’s great here in Heaven

I’ve got a name, and a body a new

I long to see you one day, with the Lord we can stay

Daddy, I’m waiting for you

I’m still a part; I once shared your heart

After I was conceived

Now please don’t cry, for redemption draws nigh

In the freedom that you seek

All the hurt from the past, does not have to last

Break away all those chains of pain

There’s forgiveness and love, awaiting from above,

If you call upon His name

Why worry about prenatal care, if a human isn’t there

Won’t someone tell me why? (baby coos in the background)

She’s a child not a choice; He’s a baby with no voice

They’re both humans in the womb, a different stage that’s yet to bloom

So why are all the innocent dying? Why, have untold millions been silenced?

Why? Oh tell me why?

Why? When it’s a child not a fetus?

Why? Do you think God doesn’t see us?

Why? Oh tell me why?

Why…………must the unborn die?

She’s a child, not a choice

He’s a baby with no voice,

Let the unborn child “survive”

Oh tell me, tell me, tell me, oh woe won’t you tell me why (baby coos)

Oh tell me, tell me, tell me, oh woe won’t you tell me why…

“But God will redeem my life from the grave; he will surely take me to himself.” Psalms 49:15

©KB/JDB rev. 2015