Mama, How Could You Do It?

Mama, how could you do it?
How could you tear me apart?
Could you not even listen to
The cries from my bleeding heart?

My arms and legs were severed.
They never even hesitated.
Could you not hear my screams, Mama
When my body was mutilated?

Could you not perceive that I
Was more than just a fetus?
A child designed by God
Just like the holy,baby Jesus.

What if Christ had been aborted
And his body thrown away?
That would be an abomination
To behold on Christmas day!

Mama, was I not an image,
Made in his own likeness
Made from God's own heart,
A child from loving kindness?

Was I not created to bring
Praise and glory to his name
Was I not a gift from heaven?
But you saw only shame.

Mama, how could you do it!
Be so thoughtless and unkind
How could you close your eyes to me
How could you be so blind?

Mama, I was a child created
To lift up the Father's name
But you've destroyed every praise
And now I've been left, maimed.

Mama, what were you thinking
When Abba Father created me?
Did you not even realize
That God was a part of me?

Mama...you'll never forget me
Or the fact that I did exist
For each time you close your eyes
I'll be there in a movie flick.

Images will pass before you,
I'll be in your troubled dreams,
When I was ripped from your womb
The day that you aborted me.