
Thanks Joey!


Consider, young mother,before it's too late,
You've only a little while longer to wait
Till your beautiful baby will come into view
In the Image of God and the image of you...
There are those who would lay down their own lives for you,
Who would lay down their lives for your little one, too,
would you shutter your heart to your own baby's fate?
Consider, young mother, before it's too late!
Think,ere that life from your body is torn,
Your baby, like you , has a right to be born,
There's naught for you here in this chamber of death
But the cruel suffocation of God's Holy Breath
Of one who is growing in your vibrant womb,
---Don't let the abortionist make it a tomb!
Your body is youthful and throbbing with life,
And now bears another whose right to that life
Is sacred as yours--do not let it die,
Give ear to Love's whisper: "Fear not, it is I!"
Would you shutter your conscience to that baby's fate?
Consider, young mother,before it's too late!
Be guided by Him in His heaven above you,
Choose life and that Infant forever will love you!

I remember when I was only four,
Mother would bring me round to the store.
And just outside of the church she'd stand,
And "Come in," she'd say, reaching down
for my hand,
"Just for a minute."
And then when I started going to school,
She'd bring me down every day as a rule,
But first the steps to the church we'd climb,
And she'd say, "We'll go in -- you've always
got time,
Just for a minute".
Then I got real big, I mean seven years old,
And I went by myself but was always told:
"When you're passing the church, don't forget
to call
And tell our Lord about lessons and all,
Just for a minute".
And now it's sort of a habit I've got,
In the evening coming home from Casey's lot,
Though it takes me out of my way a bit,
To slip into church with my bat and mitt,
Just for a minute.
But sometimes I see the other fellow
Standing around, and I just go yellow.
I pass by the door but a Voice form within
Seems to say, real sad, "So you wouldn't
come in
Just for a minute?"
There are things inside of me, bad and good,
That nobody knows and nobody could,
Excepting our Lord -- and I like Him to
know,
And He helps when in for a visit I go,
Just for a minute.
He finds it lonesome when nobody comes
(There are hours upon hours when nobody comes),
And He's pleased when anyone passing by
Stops in (though it's only a little guy)
Just for a minute.
I know what happens when people die,
But I won't be scared, and I'll tell you why:
When our Lord is judging my soul, I feel
He'll remember the times I went in to kneel
Just for a minute.

49 million American babies have been aborted since Roe V. Wade in 1973.
25 million would have been old enough to vote in this election.
Please name, adopt, and pray and vote life on behalf of one of these babies.