Is There Anyone Out There

Is There Anyone Out There

Well, I’m  in the womb, my life has just begun

Oh! It’s so good to be alive Hey! I’m a son

This place that I’m in, it feels so secure

I feel oh so clean…I feel oh so pure

There are many more, just like me in this kind of place

They’re alive, just like me, to bless the human race

I can hardly wait until nine months has arrived

Then everyone will surely know that I am ALIVE

It’s so good to be alive, it’s so good to be free

To be in this womb with God, mother and me

I am so excited I can hardly wait

I know that I will be delivered on time and I’ll not be late

Will I be welcomed in the new world when I arrive?

Will they be excited with me for being alive?

It won’t be long; I’ll meet my mom and dad

They’ll be oh so happy and they will not be sad

Well…just five months to go and it will be done

I’ll come sliding out and say, Hey! Here’s your son

Every now and then I can hear my mother’s voice

I am so glad that as a son, I’m her choice

But something was said the other day, I just don’t understand

What mom was talking about to that strange man

Mom began crying and carrying on such a commotion

I heard dad say, No! You will have an abortion

I know that my dad did not mean what he had just said

You know, we’ll be playing together very soon; not very far ahead

It cannot be true, for I am alive!

They will not destroy me….you see, I will soon arrive

Oh! What’s happening? Why is my heart in a race?

Mom! Mom! Can you hear me? Help, please make haste!

What is that new feeling? Is it really pain?

What is happening to me? I do not feel the same?

Oh! This sharp object…Can anyone see?

I’m in pain! This instrument is hurting me

Please Mom! Mom! Hey Dad

Please will someone help me?  Please help! This is hurting bad

No one to help me? Oh, the pain is great

Can someone hear me our there? Is it too late?

Mom and dad what have I done? Did I do something wrong?

For you to let this instrument hurt me and let it continue to go on

Well, I guess this is the end. They can’t even hear my voice

I guess even though I’m their son, they made their choice

So as you read this poem so true

Is it possible that this message is for you?

So snap out of it and do not rely

On the way of abortion; for your son will surely die

Life is too precious for you to destroy

It is not a game and it is not a toy

So please take heed in what I have to say

Turn to God! Repent! And turn from your wicked way