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Tempted By Their Helplessness

by Carol Connell

Tempted by their helplessness,
you know they can't speak out.
It's such a convenient bargaining tool
to help assuage the doubt
that what's inside the mother
is more than a blob of clay.
You soundly silence your conscience
as you take that life away.

Tempted by their helplessness,
but it's legalized you say.
Wouldn't you want this unplanned pregnancy taken out of the way?
You don't have to let an unwanted fetus
hinder your plans and dreams.
The simple in their simplicity
then fall prey to your schemes.

Tempted by their helplessness, the unborn don't yet have voice.
You rationalize their killing
with "it's my body, my choice."
The unborn, a fetus, dehumanized,
despised as a pile of mud.
Humanness denied, so you feel justified
in the shedding of innocent blood.

Tempted by your helplessness,
Lord Jesus will never be,
lest you turn and obey the gospel
'fore you head to eternity.

Written in honor of Sanctity of Human Life Day

Rob not the poor [being tempted by their helplessness], neither oppress the afflicted at the gate [where the city court is held], [Exod. 23:6; Job 31:16, 21.]
-Proverbs 22 : 22

"These six things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him: A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood," Pro. 6:16,17

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