How many abortions have I performed
by killing the unborn-again
How many decided not to believe
when I did not go by Your plan
Am I the one who caused them to say,
"You can't be a christian and live that way"
Was it my life that caused them to boast from their perch;
"They do things I'd never do, and they go to Church!"
Down the path toward Salvation
when they stumbled and fell
Was I the stumblingblock that
caused them to go to Hell?
When the seed was planted through
God's Word in their heart
Was it I who kept back water
and caused growth not to start?
How many have I aborted? I
don't really want to know
The number of those who'd believe
except for my "Christian show"
"Having a form of godliness, but
denying the power"*
I caused them to deny the Lord
when He called them in that hour
O let us not withhold the gift
that Jesus' blood affords
By hiding our light under a bush
and aborting one of the Lords'
This poem was a finalist in the January 2009 poetry contest