As she peered into the mirror
Her face looked pale and drawn.
All her youthful radiance
Seemed forever gone.

She felt no joy inside her heart
Her peace had gone away.
Replaced with only fear and dread
Of what she faced today.

It was only eight short weeks
Since she turned twenty one.
She had been so full of life
And having so much fun.

She had felt so much in love
She'd hoped that very soon,
Her guy would pop the question
And she'd be a bride by June.

Then one day the Doctor called,
There was a baby on the way
And when she told her boyfriend
He packed and moved away.

He didn't want a baby
So he told her what to do.
She must abort the baby
Or the two of them were through.

Though he'd said he loved her
The day she'd given in.
She had known her choice was wrong
It was nothing more than sin.

She had turned her back on God
And set her faith aside.
Now her life was such a mess,
She wished that she could hide.

Now once again she's giving in
The pressure was too great.
So she had called the clinic
To set the fateful date.

Staring at this looking glass
She'd never felt so sad.
But soon this would be over
And he no longer would be mad.

The time had come for her to go,
She got into her car.
She drove slowly to the clinic
It wasn't very far.

The day was dark and gloomy,
There fell a misty rain.
The weather seemed to understand
As if it felt her pain.

As she pulled into the parking lot
Her mind began to swirl.
As she wondered if her baby
Was a little boy or girl.

She felt a tug inside her heart
As she stepped inside the door.
No one saw the teardrop
As it splattered on the floor.

She signed in at the window
And then she took a seat.
So consumed with loneliness
She simply stared down at her feet.

When they took her to the room
It seemed so damp and cold.
She wished that she could turn and run
But she wasn't feeling bold.

As she lay upon the table
She heard a small still voice.
"You must leave this evil place
Make a different choice."

She began a silent prayer
"Dear Lord, Where have you been
My life's become a nightmare
And I need you once again."

Once again that gentle voice,
"You've turned your back on me
But I have never left you
Since the day I set you free."

"My child, you are rebellious,
Your path is paved with sin.
Now you lie upon a table
In the heart of satan's den."

The voice continued speaking,
"This thing you do is wrong,
The baby is my gift to you
I've planned it all along."

"If you'll put your faith in Me
I will see you through.
The way may not be easy
But I'll always be with you."

"Exercise your faith in Me
For I AM still the same,
I'll help you raise this baby
And I'll glorify my name."

"I'm the one who loves you
More than you could know.
Now you must get dressed again
It's time for us to go."

When the Doctor came into the room
He only found a note.
Written in a hasty scrawl
This is what she wrote.

"Thank you for your trouble
Your staff were very kind,
But I've spoken with the Bridegroom
And I have changed my mind."

"I shall keep my baby
I'll raise him 'till he's grown,
I will glorify my Savior
He still counts me as His own."

When she stepped outside the clinic
She knew that she'd be fine,
She whispered "Thank you Jesus"
And the sun began to shine.
 by Chick Velasco
4/4/00

The following was written by Chick Velasco, Author of the above poem but it also reflects the feelings of the Webmistress of this site.

Unlike most of my work it is a fictional poem with the character being no one
in particular and for once it's not really a reflection of my life.
    This poem was inspired by two things.  Psalm 127:3 was the first thing. 
"Children are a heritage of the Lord, and the fruit of the womb is His Reward."

The second thing was the fact that confessing Christians get about as many 
abortions as non Christians, proportionately.  I became very disturbed 
when I heard that statement on a news broadcast on Christian radio and
felt a burden to speak out about it. 

    About a month after conception a baby has a detectable heartbeat.  That 
means that usually by the time a woman finds out she is pregnant you can 
already hear a second life inside her body.  There are those who say
that it's her body and she can do what she wants with it. 

I say she already did what she wanted with it and now she has no right to murder another human life even if it is growing inside of her body. 
That's my stand and I shall stand on it forever.  Abortion is murder. 

    What if King Herod had gotten his way when he ordered all those babies 
murdered?  We wouldn't have Jesus in our lives today. 
What would have been the difference whether He had had Mary abort 
the child or waited until Jesus was born and had Him murdered? 
Either way, we would have no Savior!
Chick Velasco.

Comment by Lilian.
Perhaps you are reading this and you may have had an abortion at
some time in your life.  Well dear friend, I have good news for you.
We do have a Savior, our Lord Jesus Christ, 
and He died for you and me, and if we believe in and trust and receive Him as our Lord and Savior,  We can ask Him to take control of our lives from now on and "If we confess our sins,  He is faithful and just to forgive us 
our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness." 1 John 1 vs 9.
What a beautiful promise. Why don't you just talk to Jesus now? 
He is waiting to hear from you.

If you have any questions regarding how to do this or any other
questions please feel free to email me.
God bless you as you consider this most important step in your life.

Thank you Chick for allowing me to use your touching poem.

Please do not take this poem without written permission from the Author.

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