by Terri Palmquist
An empty cradle rocks back and forth from a mother's hand
She longs for the child God gave her although it wasn't planned
Unfortunately she chose the way that so many do
Now the baby no longer lives and her heart is torn in two
An empty cradle rocks back and forth from a father's touch
It's amazing how a tiny child can affect a man so much
At the time he never questioned what was being done
Now every night he begins to wonder "Did I have a son?"
An empty cradle rocks back and forth by a gentle breeze
Along beside it is a grandma praying on her knees
She asks God to heal her hurts and take away her pain
Her grandchild's life was aborted and she'll never be the same
Our Father God gently rocks a baby fast asleep
As He looks at this little child a tear rolls down His cheek
"This wasn't the plan I had for you, precious tiny one,
You could have had much joy in life by serving Christ, my Son."