Sent with thoughtfullness, a blessing sent from above
A gift from the Father to show All his Love
How will you raise it, what will be the name
Will you caputure memories with pictures encased inside a frame
(mother)
Wait, I was not ready at this time in my life
No way am I ready to be a mother, let alone a someones wife
Pacing the floors with thoughts filling the mind
Wondering how to take care of this problem, wishing you coud rewind time
A flip through the phone book, your eyes search with desperation
A list of clinics fill the pages and you convince yourself it just a small operation
(unborn baby)
Ma Ma dont do it, think about me first
Let me grow inside you so you can celebrate in my birth
I will make you smile when you least expect it
Memories we will make that you will never forget
I was hand picked by God to be a special blessing for you
I have eyes like yours even your hair color too
(a thought)
Stop and think before you make such a life changing decission
Will having a baby, ready or not, really become some sort of prison
Always keep in mind that an unborn is a life with a spirit that dwells inside
Think with your whole heart and cast your pride completely aside
Just because there are doctors who will do anything for the dollar
The consequences of the after affects is not even worth the bother
Even when the news seems to hit you at an unexpected time
Believe God has truly sent you this gift because he knew all would work out fine
To have unprotected sex, means we bite more than our portion
When taking that chance, avoid the cowards way by having an abortion
Written by
Cresha
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