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From the Womb, I Speak

by Deborah Smith Plemmons © 2019

I am a living soul from day one;
I will be a daughter or a son.
My life begins at conception;
I don't need the world's affirmation.

When, one day, I was made in secret,
God saw my substance, though unperfect:
Not being developed all the way,
He wrote my members in a book that day.

Though no one hears the beat of my heart,
God knows I'm there from the very start.
He has a purpose for me some day;
A wrong decision could take it away.

Isn't it murder in the first degree,
To snuff the life right out of me?
I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Is there anyone who'll come to my aide?

A pea, a bean, a peanut: all sizes;
My growth comes in many disguises.
At full term, I'm ready to appear;
To see Mom and Dad hold me near.

Listen to me, I have a voice;
My life or death is not a choice.
I'm God's heritage: a girl or boy;
So, let me be your bundle of joy.

But in a great house, there are not only vessels of gold and silver, but also of wood and clay, some for honor and some for dishonor. Therefore if anyone cleanses himself from the latter, he will be a vessel for honor, sanctified and useful for the Master, prepared for every good work.

2 Timothy 2:20-21(NKJV)

He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”
Psalm 46:10(NIV)

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This poem was a finalist in the January 2019 poetry contest

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