If the aborted children had a voice would they ask "Why?"
Why do you want to kill me?
Why don't you protect me?
Why do you not love me?
Why can't I live?
Why do you get to decide?
Father of all those who call to You, I hear the cries. It grows louder as the numbers joining them increase! Forgive me for not using my voice enough to stop this sea of blood spilt in vain. Thank You for holding each one in Your precious nail scarred hands. It is there they rest knowing they are loved.
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