I know you are there. You just can't see me,
Cause I'm in here, and you're out there.
We sure do make a funny pair.
But Mama look how far we have come.
I'm really starting to be someone.
In just six weeks, we have made my toes
And I already know I will have your nose.
And there's something else that you should know,
My little arms are beginning to grow!
When I am born, I can't wait to see
All the things that life has in store for me.
I might be a doctor, a lawyer, a magician,
Or I might become a famous musician.
Oh, if I had a voice, I could be so loud,
I know all these things would make you so proud.
What's that, Mama? What did I hear?
That voice is causing me so much fear.
Who is that man? I don't know his voice....
And what did he mean, "It's your own chioce?"
Mama, He can't be talking about me,
There's so many things I WANT TO BE!!
Does this mean I'll never breathe air?
Or get the chance to touch your hair?
This can't be so, after all we've been through.
For six whole weeks, I've been part of you.
Mama, they're wrong! Tell them you won't!
I WANT TO LIVE......PLEASE MAMA, DON'T!!!
~~By Anne Phillips~~
he who made you,
who formed you in the womb,
and who will help you:
DO NOT BE AFRAID!
Isaiah 44:2
Sorry for any inconvenience
Heaven
A Mother
Lord
Of The Cross
Of A Prayer
Little Lamb
Prayer
Jesus Do?
Discouraged
Answered Unless...
Shine
