ABORTED

By Judy Alciatore

THE ANGELS ROCK HIM AS HE SLEEPS AND SING A LULLABY 

THIS CHILD OF GOD WHO NEVER WEEPS AND UTTERS NOT ONE CRY 

HE SLUMBERS ON IN PEACEFUL DREAMS AN INFANT SOUL ONCE BOUND

BUT EARTHLY TIES RIPPED AT THE SEAMS ARE 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 CHRIST THE LORD WITH GOD, HE'LL NEVER DIE 

THANK YOU, LORD