Unknown, Unborn, Unwanted
John King
What great wonders were my little eyes to see?
What type of person did God design me to be?
What joys of life should I have known?
What loving spouse was to be all my own?
What great blessing would I be to mankind?
What good example was I to leave behind?
No answers are given to all that I quest,
For I was aborted, along with the rest.
Unwanted by those who call me one of their kind,
No room for me were they able to find.
I was given no choice to live or to die.
My voice was not heard as silently I cry.
Just a product of conception, that’s what they say,
A quick trip to the clinic and it’s out of our way.
Maybe it’s best I never had been,
Than to be raised by those who didn’t want me for kin.
But this isn’t over as easy as some like to say,
For we’ll all meet again on that great judgment day.
Squarely I’ll look them all in the eye,
And ask why they decided that I had to die.
So, to those who now live, take heed what I say,
For the taking of life thou surely will pay.
-RR 1 Box 67, Berea, WV 26327-9626
(Editor’s note: Brother John is worshipping and working with the Pennsboro church of Christ. He has been having serious health problems. He writes, “Things are going well for me at Pennsboro. They are ‘Just what the Dr. ordered’ for me … I hope as I get feeling better that I’m able to do more in the Lord’s work. Keep me in your prayers.”)