The Orphans of Heaven
Author: Mark Abortion Date: 1974
The Orphans of Heaven
The Chorus of the unborn, Who’s blood cries from the ground,
Awakens that desperate mother, who will forever hear that sound.
Mommy where are you, it hurts, can’t you see?
What have you done, don’t you love me ?
I longed for your hugs and kisses,
For you to hold me tight.
But you said you don’t want me,
Get out of my sight.
I was a gift from God and He told me so,
How much I could have loved you,
You’ll never know.
All I ever wanted was to have a life just like you,
Mommy don’t you want me, what did I do ?
How could you have known when I became me,
What made you like God and able to see ?
We are the Orphans of Heaven whom God has not forsaken,
An army without a war, who’s lives were so brutally taken.
Woe unto you who sit in the seat of judgment,
Your lies spread like a flood,
Filthy robes of righteousness, stained forever with our innocent Blood !
Mark Vaughn
Copyright 2011
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